Run Little Mate
He only sat there, pretending to read, eyes occasionally flicking to me like he was etching me into memory.
By the time Lera left, muttering under her breath about people who thought they were moving to the moon, I was exhausted. My room looked like a battlefield, clothes everywhere, my dignity in tatters, Lucan’s laughter echoing in the back of my mind.
I was ready to collapse when a small voice piped up at the door.
“Mommy?”
I turned. Eren stood there, all curls and sleepy eyes, hugging his little toy wolf to his chest. He was only four, but he already had the art of making my heart squeeze into a lump the size of a walnut.
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