Chapter 43: Making Plans

Andrew*

“Daddy, can you make my hair pretty like Mommy did?”

My hand shook as I grabbed the brush from Flora’s outstretched hand. I fought the tears that brimmed in my eyes and gave Flora a shaky laugh.

“I’ll do my best, baby. But no promises. I’m not magic like she is.”

Delilah was still gone, kidnapped by rogue monsters. After talking to Conrad it was clear what their goal was in ...