,How could I tell him I didn’t have a choice? Our son’s life was all that mattered to me.
On the dance floor, Amaro twirled me around. Images of our rooftop dance flashed in my mind. I became disgusted with myself. How could I be having these feelings for such a horrible creature?
“Yes, remember,” he whispered. “Feed me with your emotions.”
I tried to break away from him, but he held me closer.
“She will take your son from you soon. He will try to remain the kind boy you raised, but she will break his useless spirit,” he told me. “He will command her army, and there will be bloodshed.” The song stopped, and Amaro let go of me. “I could stop this. All you must do is ask.”
An image of a much older Cedric appeared in my mind. His black hair was short and spiked with white tips. He sat on
