“Felicia.” She didn’t stir when he said her name.
Skin pale as she lay in the freezing room, Richter waved his hand to light the chimney as she turned away. Still not responding when he called her name, Richter rubbed his hands on his pants anxiously.
“For all the saints power woman! Pull yourself together, you’re a mess in the middle of the day! No wonder your children are running around causing havoc and hell!”
He expected a stern look followed by the stiff words of getting them in line. But as the woman just lay there, she’d never looked younger and softer. A witch with bright sea green eyes and a brunette dream for a mane, the perfect alabaster skin seemed to glow in the dim room.
As she lay shattered from his heavy-handed abuse, Richter made it worse of course.
Having known ev
