Azlynn’s P.O.V.
“What about my precious honey?”
As he mentioned my little girl, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and snatched Howard’s phone, demanding an explanation.
“Is she alright? What’s the matter?”
Unlike the cold voice from the day, King Demrid was panicked beyond words. He spoke shakily.
“Hayley is crying nonstop. She hasn’t eaten dinner. And …”
He was speaking something about his efforts, but a doleful cry in the background pierced my soul with countless arrows.
“Let me go. I want my mommy!”
“Hayley?”
I gasped, cutting Demrid off sharply.
“Give the phone to my daughter. Now!”
Thankfully, he didn’t protest and passed the phone to Hayley. I pacified her while grabbing my bag.
“Please don’t cry, my precious honey. Mommy is coming!”
…
Only the Moon Goddess knew how I stay
