Hendrick

I cringe as I feel the sharp tip of the metal instrument pierce into my skin.

“You were always my favorite.” The memory of his gravelly voice rumbles through my head, making me take a deep breath.

I open my eyes, finding Artemisia leaning against my shoulder as she has fallen asleep during the ride. Fynn is lying in a horrendously uncomfortable-looking position, only to have his head in her lap. I chuckle thinking about how important it must be to him to be close to his baby ...