Bound To My Father’s Foe
Raven with her wild black curls and mischievous grin, and Ryker, his emerald green eyes that reminded me too much of his father, whoever he truly was.
“But mama,” Raven pouted, her tiny hands cupping something. “Look what I found! It’s a ladybug!”
Ryker, ever the quiet and slightly disinterested one, leaned against the nearest tree, his arms crossed like a grownup he wished he’d be sooner than later. “It’s not even rare, Raven.”
“It’s still pretty,” she shot back. “Pretty just like mama.”
I shook my head, half smiling despite the fact that I should be scolding them for wandering too far. “You two will be the death of me. Come on now, those traps won’t check themselves.”
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