Harlow
“Did you not help me?” I whisper while clasping my aching stomach. The thought of the woman who gave me life standing by while her boyfriend tried to kill me makes me feel sick.
“Of course, I helped you, Harlow. My sweet daughter.” I look at Nesaea as her chin wobbles. “You are and always have been my whole world. I would die for you, and there was no way I would allow anyone to harm you.
“Using my powers, I threw Cadran away from you and brought you home. I was so scared I would lose you. But my father healed you. Gods, he was so angry with me. He wanted to know what happened to you, but I couldn’t speak. I was in shock, and I just wanted to be with you. My father said it could wait but not for long.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and entwine my fingers to stop myself from rea
