I dreaded and relished each day that passed. They aged so quickly and my heart was breaking watching it. They were missing out on so much, we were missing out on so much. They would never get to enjoy their young years of playing with children their age, going to school, making friends. They wouldn't get the chance to sneak out and go to parties. Hope wouldn't get a chance to have a boyfriend, Tristan wouldn't have the chance to grow and get to Lyra. He would age while she stayed twelve, and both of them would have to wait six years until she reached shifting age. Some days I couldn't handle the heartbreak, I couldn't handle the pain.
I was so pissed off at the gods that while the kids slept I spent every minute in the library researching ways to kill or even hurt them. If they think wha
