Lyra was even more furious when she heard those words, and she shouted into the phone, "Fine. I can't beat her, not even once. It's all my fault. I'm useless!"
"You wish she were your daughter, don't you? I don't deserve to be your daughter. Are you happy now?"
Amara curled her lips and snorted. "Look at you! What nonsense are you talking about? You're damn good at being mad at your mother! Did I say anything wrong?"
"Just admit the fact that you can't beat her. Don't be such a sore loser!"
"Fine! Fine! I'm done talking to you! I called you to complain, not to expect you to give me a lesson!"
"You! You've always been a short fuse!"
"Mom, didn't you say you've come up with something to deal with that damned bitch?"
"Why haven't you done it yet? She's getting more smug!" Lyra roared into the phone in dissatisfaction.
But she didn't know Amara had hired a killer to assassinate Hazel!
