Chapter Sixteen
*Westleyan*
I’m still holding her hands in mine, so I take it as a good sign that she hasn’t pulled away from me. She hasn’t spoken yet, and I know that she’s trying to gather her thoughts, but I’m getting impatient. She said that I won’t like what she’s found.
“So…” she starts, and then trails off. She takes one hand from mine and brushes her hair behind her ear and then replaces her hand. Progress. Hades hums contently. “You know that I was adopted… and you know who my biological dad is…”
I nod encouragingly.
“Well, my biological mom was a witch…” she continues slowly. I freeze. A witch??? I have no idea what that means for Mila. Obviously, she’s thinking this is why she can’t reach her wolf, which would make perfect sense, but I have no idea how to help her now. I
