Ivy
“What it is you want from me? Whatever your name is, because I know it’s not Bjorn.”
The fool who brought me here laughs. He won’t be laughing much longer, you mark my words.
I’m no longer confused or under his control. My baby girl woke me up with just one word. How she did it, I don’t know. But there is something special about Eden. She’s me and she’s Azrael, and I would do anything for her.
I put too much on a two-year-old’s shoulders when I told her to be brave. But I had to because this pig realized he could no longer control me and threatened to kill Eden. I could have continued to pretend and do what he wanted, but there was no way I would let this monster touch me.
He won’t get within an inch of my baby, which he soon realized when I rushed him for trying to grab her. Nope
