Waking up to my sin
Sally Blue bloodthirsty bettyreturn of the unwanted heiressrevenge, served in a black dressreturn of the unwanted daughter
Every push, every fold, every stretch of the gluten was a way to channel the restless energy of the Huntress who still lived beneath my skin.
"Mom? Have you seen my sparring gear?"
I looked up, and for a split second, my heart performed that familiar, agonizing stutter. Standing in the doorway was a walking, breathing ghost.
Kai was ten years old, but he carried the weight of a man twice his age. He had his father’s slate-gray eyes—eyes that seemed to see through the "Vanilla" lie I had built for him. He had Malakai’s stubborn, square jaw and the same broad set to his shoulders that suggested he was built to carry the world. He was dressed in a crisp, white karate gi, the belt tied in a p