Nite Mite 소설 & 이야기

The nouns floating weightlessly in the space, sharp and heavy as a scalpel. Aurora’s brows furrowed. "Mate with my mate? I have no mate," she declared stiffly as she got to her feet. Her gaze was steady, yet her heart drummed in her chest. "You’re mistaken, witch. If you’re talking about Sage, he’s not my mate. He’s just—"

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”