Chapter 30: The Confrontation with Odessa
POV: Eryx Voltaire
I did not go to Port Harlow that night like I planned to.
I wanted to. God knows every instinct I had left was screaming at me to get into the car, drive north, and not stop until I reached the coast. My keys were already in my hand, the elevator doors sliding open but as I stared at the metal doors, a cold, hard sobriety washed over me, I couldn’t go to her. Not yet.
If I went to Elowen now, I would be bringing the rot of my world straight to her doorstep. I had everything but I didn't have the truth. I didn't know exactly what my mother had done to her, what she had said or threatened her with.
And I could not look Elowen in the eye and beg for forgiveness until I knew exactly what I was apologizing for and had uprooted th
