Violet
“Zoey, sweetheart, please.”
My daughter did not care about my pleading.
She'd been fed.
Changed.
Burped.
Rocked.
Swaddled.
And she was still unhappy.
Faith and Keith were somehow sleeping through her complaints.
Doom leaned over the crib.
“Why are you giving your mama trouble for, princess?”
Zoey stopped crying.
I stared at her.
Then him.
“You've got to be kidding me.”
Doom smirked.
Zoey immediately started again.
I pointed at her.
“Ha! Your magic lasted three seconds.”
“Probably gas.”
“I've burped her twice.”
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Tonight was supposed to be a simple family dinner at our house.
Valerie and Jack were already downstairs with Thane.
Valerie had called Butcher earlier and told him and Crank to come over too.
Apparently Butc
