Avetta
The day had finally come, Dorian would be brought down. His own downfall was his firstborn child to her. She’d foreseen it once that it would be his own child that brought him to his knees. She’d not been able to read him because he’d been her Goddess-Gifted mate. But she’d learned he wasn’t a nice man and only wanted her because of her lineage.
Because her foresight was exceptional, it would enact itself every day, sometimes more than that, due to who her ancestors were. Even touching people could set it off. It was something she’d learned to avoid, and he’d played at accepting that for three years he’d pretended to love her, cherish her and no harm had come to her.
Until she’d gotten pregnant with their firstborn, and she’d seen their child would kill him; when he was seven yea
