sob.
My arms were around him, trying to console him, but that was not what he needed. He had been so relieved to hear my decision that he couldn’t help to cry.
I had never been real big on seeing a grown man cry. There was something about it that turned me inside out.
I turned to look at Max and the tears that were rolling down his cheeks let me know that I had made the right decision. If they could only hold in their joy for the time being. That would be great.
“What now?” I asked as my father loosened his hold on me. I had almost broke over the point of crying myself and I wasn’t fond of showing weakness in front of other people, especially my father. He needed to know that I am strong and able to do any and everything that was asked of me. Who wants to have a crybaby for a daughter?
“There is work to be done” Max said as he and my father both started leaving the room.
From the way the both of them or acting, I knew that it would only be a matter of time before we would try the spell and all I wanted to do was talk to my mother. I needed her to reassure me that everything was okay and for me not to worry. She needed to tell me that my father was just as powerful as I thought and that he would do everything in his power to correct what Aden had done to me.
I got up and began searching the house for her. I looked in every room downstairs, but she wasn’t there, so I began my hunt for her upstairs. This probably wouldn’t be taking me as long if the house wasn’t a mansion and I actually knew where I was going. But I needed the time to myself to think about everything that has happened and was going to happen and this was a good way to have that time.
This could be the answer to everything that had hoped for, everything that I wanted and dreamed of since I first saw Max. All wanted to be his wife and two have a family with him. All of that can be possible now with my father’s help.
Every place that I had looked for my mother came up empty. I couldn’t find Alice or Caleb either and that was weird. Alice had always tried to stay as close to me as possible, but now I could barely sense her through our bond.
After ending my search for my mother, I tried to find my way back downstairs to my father. I got lost a few times after I’d taken some wrong turns, but it wasn’t anything that frustrated me. It was actually fun in a way. I felt like an explorer out trying to find all the nooks and crannies of a new place.
The paintings and pictures on the walls caught my attention and I couldn’t pass by them without giving them a moment’s admiration. They were someone’s vision, a work that had to be done.
I paid special attention to the walls and light fixtures. Every room was different and I wondered what the reason behind it was, but I’m sure that it was just a design flaw or just my father being crazy. He seems to like being different.
As a walked downstairs, I heard the rattling of metal and I followed the sound into the kitchen. My father and Max had several small glass containers filled with herbs and other things that I wasn’t sure why they were. They both had a look of determination about them and I tried to stay as quiet as I could to ensure that I didn’t interrupt anything.
Their movements were almost like they were dancing. Their bodies spun and floated as they worked. This seem like such a natural thing for them, something that they had done all of their lives. As I watched them more, their steps started to sound like music, soothing and precise in rhythm.
I heard my father tell Max that it was time, but I didn’t have a single clue what he was talking about. It wasn’t until Max started picking up some of the small glass containers and pulling the corks out, that I had realized what they were doing.
The two of them carefully measured each individual ingredient and added it to the kettle that was on the stove. The steam
My arms were around him, trying to console him, but that was not what he needed. He had been so relieved to hear my decision that he couldn’t help to cry.
I had never been real big on seeing a grown man cry. There was something about it that turned me inside out.
I turned to look at Max and the tears that were rolling down his cheeks let me know that I had made the right decision. If they could only hold in their joy for the time being. That would be great.
“What now?” I asked as my father loosened his hold on me. I had almost broke over the point of crying myself and I wasn’t fond of showing weakness in front of other people, especially my father. He needed to know that I am strong and able to do any and everything that was asked of me. Who wants to have a crybaby for a daughter?
“There is work to be done” Max said as he and my father both started leaving the room.
From the way the both of them or acting, I knew that it would only be a matter of time before we would try the spell and all I wanted to do was talk to my mother. I needed her to reassure me that everything was okay and for me not to worry. She needed to tell me that my father was just as powerful as I thought and that he would do everything in his power to correct what Aden had done to me.
I got up and began searching the house for her. I looked in every room downstairs, but she wasn’t there, so I began my hunt for her upstairs. This probably wouldn’t be taking me as long if the house wasn’t a mansion and I actually knew where I was going. But I needed the time to myself to think about everything that has happened and was going to happen and this was a good way to have that time.
This could be the answer to everything that had hoped for, everything that I wanted and dreamed of since I first saw Max. All wanted to be his wife and two have a family with him. All of that can be possible now with my father’s help.
Every place that I had looked for my mother came up empty. I couldn’t find Alice or Caleb either and that was weird. Alice had always tried to stay as close to me as possible, but now I could barely sense her through our bond.
After ending my search for my mother, I tried to find my way back downstairs to my father. I got lost a few times after I’d taken some wrong turns, but it wasn’t anything that frustrated me. It was actually fun in a way. I felt like an explorer out trying to find all the nooks and crannies of a new place.
The paintings and pictures on the walls caught my attention and I couldn’t pass by them without giving them a moment’s admiration. They were someone’s vision, a work that had to be done.
I paid special attention to the walls and light fixtures. Every room was different and I wondered what the reason behind it was, but I’m sure that it was just a design flaw or just my father being crazy. He seems to like being different.
As a walked downstairs, I heard the rattling of metal and I followed the sound into the kitchen. My father and Max had several small glass containers filled with herbs and other things that I wasn’t sure why they were. They both had a look of determination about them and I tried to stay as quiet as I could to ensure that I didn’t interrupt anything.
Their movements were almost like they were dancing. Their bodies spun and floated as they worked. This seem like such a natural thing for them, something that they had done all of their lives. As I watched them more, their steps started to sound like music, soothing and precise in rhythm.
I heard my father tell Max that it was time, but I didn’t have a single clue what he was talking about. It wasn’t until Max started picking up some of the small glass containers and pulling the corks out, that I had realized what they were doing.
The two of them carefully measured each individual ingredient and added it to the kettle that was on the stove. The steam
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