Letter.
Even in Dane’s arms, I had trouble falling asleep that night. I spent most of the night with Lucifer in my lap, staring at my mother’s jewelry box. He and I were in a real debate on whether or not I had the balls to read the letter written inside. I might have won the argument if my wolf Arya hadn’t intervened. She persisted and convinced me I could handle whatever was written on that little piece of paper. ‘To Emmaline’ My stomach sank as I gently peeled away the tape from the outside of the paper. I carefully unfolded it. ‘My dearest Emmaline, I am so sorry my love. I’m sorry for not giving you the life you deserved. I fear you will never be able to forgive me. Your grandmother thought it best to raise you as normal as possible without bringing him into it. I knew I had to start wri
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