MasukTara’s POV I was chewing the inside of my cheek to death. The coming discussion would not be happening with my daughter present, not until I had a chance to talk with Abby first and gently explain the situation. I began standing from the table when a small hand gripped tightly onto my arm. Abby was staring up at me, begging with her eyes for me to stay. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” I reassured Abby. “Soren’s friend and I just need to have a quick chat, so you figure out what you want to eat while I’m gone.” Abby nodded her head and reluctantly let me go. I walked away from Soren and his fiancée, following Kade outside the room while straightening the wrinkles in my shirt and smoothing down my skirt. I stared at the back of Kade’s head and took in the different sway in his walk. He had changed in the last six years, but he was not the only person that had changed. Raising my daughter had forced me to overcome many obstacles and conquer more than a few of my fears. The confus
Tara’s POV I brushed my hands against the cushions covering the circular booth. Somehow, the seats were softer than my own bed. By the time my mind had returned from the upper hemisphere following the many heart racing events unfolding in a singular day, my daughter and I were seated in a private room within some Michelin restaurant. My supposedly good and trustworthy friend Bella that had promised to be by my side through hell and back, had mysteriously vanished. Right before I followed Abby into the backseat of Soren’s ridiculous car, she had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. “I have to go sell this shirt for a hot buck,” Bella whispered into my ear. “Seize the day while you still can, honey. Do it for me if not for you, your sad face is giving me grey hairs.” Bella gave me a final teasing look before my whirlwind of a friend disappeared into thin air. Seize the day obviously referred to a certain Mr. Hawthorne and his soul snatching blue eyes, but I could not even loo
Tara’s POV I stared at the file on my desk. My fingers tapped against the surface, more of a subconscious act then something intentional. Ordering an investigation into Tara had been an easier decision over the events of the past couple days, but now that the information was before me, the guilt was setting in. Asking Tara or Kade about their past, again, would be a fruitless endeavor. Both of them seemed unwilling to actually share the details and both had strong biases about the situation. The file stocked full of documents and gathered information would be the most unbiased explanation, seen through the eyes of a simple observer. I picked up the file. My associates had been thorough at least, the file briefly spanning Tara’s childhood before giving clear details on her time at college. My eyes scanned different pages from documentation of her pregnancy to a timeline for dropping out of college before being swept up in the wave of layoffs that had struck the county. I flipped th
Tara’s POV Abby surged forward, stretching out her hands and shoving the kneeling man. The force of her push actually sent Soren falling backwards onto his hands.Abby’s tiny hands balled into fists while she declared, “We’re going to a place where my mommy won’t cry.”Soren’s face fell with his response, “I thought you liked it here, Abby.” “That’s because I thought you were nice,” Abby said. “But I don’t want to like you anymore.” Soren grasped one of Abby’s hands and unclenched her fist. The sight of tiny marks dotting her palm from the pressure of her nails sobered my wandering and numb mind. “Please believe me, I never meant to hurt you.” Soren promised. His eyes flickered from my daughter to me. The silence and darkness within those orbs told me everything. Soren had no idea about Kade and I, or he would never have offered his help with Abby’s condition. I found some comfort knowing his kindness had not been another manipulation or cruel trick. Soren was simply a compassio
Soren’s POV Sharp claws scratched against the insides of a vessel made from flesh. The long nails dug into my heart and discarded the shredded pieces without mercy, the sensation of a thousand glass shards scraping the inside of my lungs and throat. My beast howled and rattled inside its cage. My wolf was ripping away at my body and demanding we turn back around. I dug my fingers into my friend’s arm and dragged him away from the suite door, the sounds of soft crying echoing through the open doorway. Nothing was making sense. Even with the tears, Tara had been a beautiful sight, but those tears had ignited my wolf into a righteous blaze of fury. The beast demanded a heart as penance for her sorrow.The wolf urged me to carve the heart from Kade’s chest and present the still beating organ to my fated one, so she might wipe the tears from her face and regain a wonderous countenance of joy. I refused the call. Wrestling against the pull of my instincts was painful but not impossible.
Tara’s POV “I will be there during Abby’s treatment.” I demanded. My tone left no room for argument. I might be coming around to Soren, but his friend was another matter. Soren just nodded in response and returned to his meal. I kept repeating to myself that his friend Kade was not my Kade. I was trying to fight emotion with logic, which was not always the easiest thing. My pounding heart did lessen and my appetite returned, but my anxiety had barely eased with the constant affirmations. Breakfast was finished in comfortable silence as we stuffed our faces. Abby’s fork had stopped scraping aggressively through the enormous mass on her plate. Her head titled and my hand flew forward, hoping to catch her forehead before my daughter’s face planted into a syrupy mess. Soren beat me to the punch. The man carefully pushed back until Abby’s head rested against her chair. Her eyes fluttered and fought against the pull of sleep.“Don’t worry,” Soren reassured me, “she’ll be fairly drowsy







