Cronan’s POV
Lying on my back, Violet curled up against my side, I felt . . . euphoric.
This feeling is . . . new to me.
Love.
I'd told her that I loved her.
And she said it back.
My chest feels tight. Weird.
Pursing my lips, I wondered why this love felt so different. Intense.
I had love for my mother. She was a kind woman, warm and comforting—everything that my father naturally lacked. I remember always wanting to be near her, throwing my weight around when she’d run away again, hating my father for making her go. I never blamed her for leaving. If I’d had a choice, I’d have left too.
No, I never had any hard feelings toward the woman who birthed me.
Weak as she was when it came to my father, I couldn’t fault her for it.
Humans
