65. Asena
I sit between them on the bed, the contract still heavy on my lap. Their eyes are full of love and quiet determination. I look from Caspian to Zavian, seeing the same fierce protectiveness in both. They are not going to let me stay vulnerable. Not when they can do something about it.
I then think about my life since mama died. I also think of the fact that I really don't have a home and I even didn't know where I wanted to go when I came here to say goodbye to the twins. Maybe I would have really offed myself if they hadn't held on to me. Maybe I wouldn't be here and now, they were really offering me a real home.
Am I really willing to let all this go? Except for them, no one else loves me. And what is there to lose anyway? Nothing.
So, with determination and renewed vigou
