DIANA'S POV
I couldn't stop thinking about who would want me dead, and why they would want me dead. But I knew for sure that it had to do with some parts of my memory I couldn't recover.
The ride back home after such a hectic convention was epic. With Lucian checking up on me every single time, I couldn't help but feel at ease and at peace. I never knew that he had these sides not to imagine him showing it.
"Mama!" Michael and Emily yelled the moment I stepped into the house. They were there with Claire and
"Sandra!" I called, surprised that she was in attendance.
Michael and Emily ran to me. I crouched down, hugging them with every last inch of me. Gosh! I had missed them.
"Mama, we can't breathe." Michael said, making all five of us laugh.
"I'm sorry." I said pulling from the hug.
