Marked As Theirs
Chapter 42
Adnam's POV
“Once upon a time, there lived a woman down the river,” my father said, drawing the river with his palms. “The river was large and flourishing.”
“Woah,” the five year old me drawled, already fascinated. One of the things I always looked forward to as a child was story time with father.
I'd hated it when I started training, but he'd promised to make my story time twice in a week, instead of the once-in-a-week schedule.
He smiled when I said “Woah,” like it pleased him that he still had my full attention. Like he knew he’d always have it.
Until he didn't. He left…
“The woman,” he continued, “was not just any woman. She had power in her voice. Her words could make things grow, or shrivel.”
I gasped, my eyes widening and my palms over my mou
