His Queen of Chaos
Zariah
"Where are you," Tasha said. No hello. And her voice was wrong, cracked, low, scoured out, a voice I'd heard exactly twice before, both times a decade gone, both times drunk. This wasn't drunk. This was something worse and more sober than drunk. "Zariah. Baby. Where are you, are you safe, are you somewhere he can't get to you -"
"I'm somewhere nobody can find me, Mom, which was sort of the entire -"