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They were as bright silver as a lightning storm. Helena gave a sob and held her tighter. “Kaine—she has your eyes.”
“Helena.” His voice was strained. “I’m not supposed to have this life. Paladia is drowning in the blood I’ve spilled. You think that doesn’t include children? Killing is the only thing I’ve ever done well. Do you really want someone like that near your daughter?”
“Look at her. She’s ours. She’s all ours. You’re not going to hurt her.”
Helena watched him and recognised the expression that slowly filled his eyes as he stared at the tiny person tenaciously clinging to him: possessive adoration.
visiting Amaris, who would vibrate with excitement but hold utterly still when Enid tugged her ears and patted her.
it should not be an ability exclusive to those willing to abuse it.
“Love isn’t as pretty or pure as people like to think. There’s a darkness in it sometimes. Kaine and I go hand in hand. I made him who he is. I knew what that array meant when I saved him. If he’s a monster, then I’m his creator.”
The version of himself that he wore perfectly on the island whenever Enid could see him—softness, crooked smiles, quiet monologues. It all vanished, and now he was real again. As cold and gleaming as razor-edged steel.
When he looked down at her, the world around them faded away. Her stomach flipped. “So, what do we do now?” The corner of his mouth curved into a smile that had only ever been for her. “Anything. Whatever you want.”
Pol rested his hand on the shelf above Enid’s head so that he loomed over her. Enid simply raised her chin.
She was a non-active member of the Order of the Eternal Flame and did not fight.
