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4. Lawrence-1
4 Lawrence Watching Reine, Kestrel, and the cat—I mean, grimalkin—alleviated some of the pain around my heart. I had known the sting of grief, and one thing I hated about it was how every new experience brought up the old. I'd dreamed of my father's murder, the only other one I'd witnessed, the night before. It had hurt to wake alone from it, and I'd rushed to Stone Mountain to search for Reine. She'd healed me, and I suspected her strength had run low. Why hadn't she asked me to take her to recharge? That discussion would have to wait. Kestrel hurt. The fact, although obvious, bore stating again. How would she handle the compounding of betrayal, knowing her mother had taken extreme measures to make her daughter into something she wasn't? Most humans would shy away from such intense pa
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