Foxy
“Mum?”
Jace’s voice made me pause. I hadn’t heard him come into the small house. Which was strange seeing as it was as quiet as the grave. Everyone else was outside, drinking and celebrating my upcoming nuptials.
Nuptials That were happening far to quickly. Much quicker than I had expected. Lochlin had lied when I had agreed. He had said I would have weeks if not months to get to know my prospective mate.
What I got was a week and I still hadn’t met the man.
A man that tonight would lay claim to my bury and by doing so the rest of my life.
I turned to my son. Wiping away my tears with my soap bubble covered hand. I didn’t want him to see me break down. I wanted to show him that I would be strong. That I wouldn’t leave him again for anything.
“Oh mum.” He rushed forwa
