Kelsea's POV
I absolutely don't know anything about Carter, nor do I want to know. His smell tortures me, his voice, his mouth, his height; in short, everything about him does, and I know I have to keep my distance to not die in this revenge attempt.
I sigh when I remember him, "Why does he have to be so handsome?". That's what I think while I put the cookies in the oven.
Every weekend, or when I can, I prepare appetizers for my children, go out with them, and take them for a walk. It's a tradition I have with them.
"Preparing cookies?" Cooper asks behind me.
I startle but control myself. Lately, everything has made me nervous. Maybe it's because now, with the power I wield, I have many enemies, or perhaps it's because of the attack I had. Well, I must take care of myself, and I know
