ALICE
I clamped my hand over my mouth as Daisy blinked at me. Draco was also staring at me with that look that said, "Is something wrong?"
"I am sorry," I whispered, my words muffling from the pressure of my hands over my mouth. "Baby, are you okay?" I pulled her into a hug as she rubbed her face against my chest.
Why was I being so extra? I'd just seen Daisy in the same appearance as that dream, her eyes swirling pools of blood, and her countenance wild and unrestrained. Not my baby. No, that wasn't my baby.
And I had to calm my f*****g nerves down if I wanted peace. There was even a high probability that Daisy would not get her prophetic powers activated until she was far into her teens. Why did I have to worry so much?
"Mommy, I'm hungry," she murmured against my chest. She was sti
