Ember’s POV-
“Aaaahhh,” I cried out, clawing at the shoe that was pressing down on my fingers.
I could have pushed her off. I could have slashed at her leg with my claws. But it would just make things worse for me tomorrow. It is the way with them, my tormentors. They have always been there ever since I started school, but since I pushed away from Seraphina and her brothers.
Almost six years ago, when I was cursed by Einar to never have children, I pushed away from them all. I still avoid them at all costs, despite my growing desire to be near Cyrus. I want him. I sometimes think I am in love with him. Dasha and I are beginning to think he might be our fated one. She wants to keep him, but I have to reject him. We have been arguing over it for years. I can’t provide him with children
