Austen
“Austen,” Her tiny voice says with a sweet smile.
It was the most beautiful sound in the world to me. Even Zeidan is in my head, cooing. “I like how my name sounds coming from your mouth,” I say as I stroke her hand. I look at her and realize just how skinny she is. “Did your father starve you?”
Kinsley looks away from me. That says all I need to know.
“No one will ever starve you again,” I say, trying to keep my anger at bay. “I can’t wait to take you home. My mother is going to love you.”
She looks at me with those emerald-like green eyes of hers, “I killed mine.”
My blood boils. “You didn’t kill your mother, Kinsley.”
“That’s why I am bad,” she says while playing with the sheet. “That’s why I don’t deserve to be loved.”
“Kinsley,” I breathe out. “Everyone deserves to be l
