“Anne?” I ask, standing as well, surprised to see her here. Does my mother have her following me? Haidyn takes my hand again as if I’m going to walk over to her and squeezes it painfully. “Ow,” I whisper, and he loosens just a tad but keeps a good grip on it. She ignores me and looks around the room. “Haidyn.” She acknowledges him, and his body stiffens against mine. “Tyson.” She nods, then looks back at Ryat. “I’m here to see my daughter.” She goes to step inside, but Ryat moves to block the front door. “She’s unavailable,” he tells her tightly.
Mother fucker I knew it!!!!!!!!!
