AZALEA'S POV
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Elion is following me back to the house, his feet heavily thudding against the ground, trying to stop me by continuously calling me name, but his voice is blocked out of my head, and my name flows into one ear and out of the other. "You are being childish, talk to me." He demands with authority, but I don't dare to look at him. I can't look him in the eye and see my daughter. My feet falter when I notice how close I am to Lyra and Corbin still chasing each other, their bodies becoming bigger the closer we become. I turn, facing the man who gave my daughter her beautiful eyes.
How do you hate one person and love the other with the same eyes?
"You said you came here because you missed your daughter, but you lied." Elion's lips part on a word that I silence by raising a fi
