Silvia was many things, patient was not one of them.

“I told you to sit down!” Silvia growled and Jezebel smirked.

The two women faced off in the kitchen, a mess of broken porcelain and tea staining the tiles between them.

“And I told you, I can clean up this mess.” Jezebel bent down but Silvia reached out and gripped her hand halting her movements once again.

“Jezebel — ”

Jezebel frowned. “I told you to call me Jazz.”

Silvia ignored her. “I broke it s...