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~Velma’s POV
I was still breathing hard after ending that call with Dylan. My hands were shaking a little, not from fear but from pure irritation. I hated how his presence still got under my skin like that. I hated that he thought he could just insert himself into my life again as if nothing happened.
A small voice snapped me back.
“Mommy,” Jaden called, standing near the food tray. His eyes were wide with interest. “The chocolate soufflé looks so yummy. Can I eat it?”
I stared at the dessert as if it were a threat. I knew exactly who sent it. My jaw tightened.
“No,” I said slowly, trying to keep my tone gentle for him. “You can’t eat that.”
“Why?” he frowned, confused.
“It’s from the enemy,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “And we don’t accept anything from the enemy.”
His face
