Chapter 88: A Tone Of Finality

Nyx's POV

"Sylvia" Aunt Gacia replied and pulled out a cloak from the wall, revealing a magnificent clear mirror.

"Wow," I felt my jaw drop to the floor as my eyes stuck to my reflection which was staring back at me through the mirror.

Then it hit me, "My mom wants to talk? When did she start caring about my welfare?" I asked with an eye roll while folding my hands under my breast.

"Stop Nyx, you are only misunderstanding this whole arrangement. Trust me Niece, this whole act, all of this is just for your own good and nothing more" Aunt Gacia's said in a pleading tune.

I only scoffed and turned my face away from her "What more is there to understand Aunt Garcia? I don't need a reminder that I am a fragile being who has not transformed even when she is already past the age.

Sylvia is clearly disappointed in me Aunt Garcia, I can't bear to see the look on her face or the disdain in her tune if I eventually talk to her"

"Nyx, you need to understand that Sylvia is still your moth