❤Felicity
Roma smiled at her husband and Felicity couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. High Priest and Priestess. Felicity had never met anyone quite like them. Unique but familiar. It was a strange feeling.
“I can feel it already,” Roma said as she glanced out at the island ahead. Felicity followed her gaze and sighed. The island didn’t appear to have any life on it, but she knew better than that. Her son there. That was the only difference.
“I can smell him,” Felicity said softly, causing Roma and Tim to face her.
“Who?” Tim asked curiously.
“Warrity, my son, I can smell his scent,” she said. “He is here,” she added. Warren was back at the hotel, helping Emily put together an arrangement for Eva. If he had been here, he would’ve lost his mind. He would be trying to break dow
