The Gathering Storm
Naomi’s POV
“Can I invite them over?”
The words floated in the doorway like a smoke, Innocent, Soft.
But they hit me like a punch.
Miranda’s curls were damp with mist, her pajamas sleeves too long, the edges dragging across her tiny fingers as she clutched her stuffed wolf. She looked like any child asking for a playdate, that was my Miranda.
But the girls she wanted to invite weren’t ordinary.
They were Eve children, they were more exposed than she was. They had seen more of the world than she has.
And one drawing—tucked safely in my robe pocket—said Miranda was supposed to rule them all and they were meant to follow her lead.
Raymond stood beside me, stone silent. I could tell he was sick and tired of everything happening but he wanted to remain strong for hi
