Her thirst for vengeance
“She’s perfect. She’s everything.”
Ingrid and Connor burst in, both teary-eyed. Tamara and Dante arrived shortly after, smiling proudly. Everyone crowded around, laughing and crying all at once.
Then, as if the world itself was holding its breath, my daughter’s eyes fluttered open.
Gasps echoed around the room.
Her irises gleamed with a color I had only heard about in hushed whispers—bright, unearthly gold.
“Oh goddess,” someone breathed.
Adrian froze, his lips parting in awe. “Kayla… her eyes.”