Precious Doe Novels & Stories

“When she came in today, limping, there was blood on her sleeve. She looked up at me, and one of her contacts must have come out because that’s when I saw her real eye colour.” “As soon as she got Violet settled, she came to me and told me. That’s when we called you. We know there is only one family line with those eyes.” Vitaly said. “We can’t thank you enough for bringing the Printzessa back to our family,” Adrien said. “She will be looked after the way she always should have been from now on. You both will also be protected. We owe you for bringing her back to us.” “So, she is definitely the White Dove?” Miranda asked.

I gasped for air, my head spinning. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring into large, intelligent brown eyes. The doe. Her soft muzzle hovered inches from my face, her warm breath tickling my skin. “You,” I croaked, recognition dawning. The same does Penelope and I had helped during the competition. The one whose fawn we’d delivered together. She’d somehow tracked me, followed me, and now—impossibly—saved my life. The doe stepped back, allowing me to sit up. My ribs protested. Nothing felt broken, but everything hurt. I touched my side gingerly, wincing.