Chapter 40: Found

How can you know when the worst day of your life is if you're still alive? It was an odd question, but one I asked myself too many times. I've had a few that felt like the worst, but I survived them, only to stumble into another one that was worse.

Was I a pessimist for the perpetual cycle of waking up each day wondering what fresh h*ll the universe would bring me?

Probably. It didn't stop me, though.

However, those days grew far and far less living here, even with the threat of the coven hanging over my head like a scythe. Things had changed between me and Cane since the day we sparred. It felt softer between us somehow.

Like we'd really seen each other and accepted the other even with all our scars.

Except Cane didn't know about all of mine yet.

He dropped by a few times a week when the children were all gone and I was packing my things up.