Mya’s pov:
Today is my fifteenth birthday. For the last five years, I did nothing but work and go to school. Domina never let me travel with her ever again since my outburst. Artic refuses to speak to her. And Artic won’t tell me why. I began to think about that day and the reason for my outburst. Alexander. Just because everyone wrote Alexander off, I won’t. I will never forget his little face, My little Alexander. His smile. His cute little black curls. How he was so eager to learn from me.
So, many things changed in the past few years. I sighed.
I sat up straight with the harp between my legs and began to glide my hands over the strings. I love this instrument. It brings peace to a tormented mind. I lightly swayed to the beautiful music and closed my eyes. Artic was purring.
“You pl
