“How is she, Dem?” Patrick asks me in the kitchen.
I am getting together plates of food for Fae. She hasn’t eaten much but Frida made sure to make her favorite foods, looks like she likes baked potatoes as I do.
“She...she…” I struggle to talk, with the knot in my throat.
“f**k!” Patrick whispers and sits on the bar chair at the counter.
“She will be fine. Kate is talking to her now,” I finally say, taking the seat next to him.
“Kate is a good female. She has been through the same thing that Fae has. She will know how to help her.” Patrick says.
“Same thing?” I ask, looking up at him.
He looks at me and nods.
“It...um...it happened to her before her mother brought her to our lands. I remember we were patrolling the area. We found them in an abandoned shack on the borders of our lan
