ODESSA’S POV

“Darlings, I am home!”

I stepped into the cabin to meet dull, reddened eyes. Elian and Jules’s hands were tied to the burglary rods of the window, looking like drained beggars with their stained clothes and bony figures. One would think that I did not feed them at all, I did! I fed them every day.

I think.

It is hard to keep track when you have a dead father to resurrect and a realm to plunge into darkness. There is so much excitement everywhere and these two are looking ...