AFTER A heartfelt reunion with my children, I put them to bed. Sawyer had long gone, avoiding my stare when he made no attempt to interact with Flint at all. Flint, who was still ignorant and completely oblivious to the fact that she was fated to the brute man, also made no effort to try to talk to Sawyer either. Of course, the little girl was not interested enough to speak to the man she disliked. Somehow, they both got on a very bad term from the start.
Flint put a blanket over Zeus, smiling at him when he stirred adorably. Hearing him call me momma was still so surreal. It unleashed a part of me that I never knew existed. A strong, undeniable protectiveness from inside of my heart wanted to hurt anyone who dared to touch my sons.
“How are you, truly? Are you okay?” I asked Flint.
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