Chapter 45

Evander's POV

“I miss them,” Ravena cried. “I miss my mother’s voice, my nephews’ laughter, and even the scent of my father’s cloak. I miss the way the house felt warm even when it rained.”

Her fists tightened in my shirt as she leaned into me, shaking, tears soaking through my jacket.

“I really mi...

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