NINETY: EMMA ENDLESS
I was a mother.
I had a child.
A newborn son. He was only days old, and he was going to be the future King of faerie. I clutched the tiny, little baby in my arms, gently rocking him. He looked up at me, with his wide, hazel eyes, and I loved him more than I thought I could. I kept on looking at him expecting him to turn into Oberon at any minute. But he didn’t.
He was all Clark and me. Goddess, I loved him. But I didn’t want to. I’d wanted my freedom so badly I hadn’t even considered the possibly that I would love him. But oh, I did. I loved him as much as life itself. I would do anything for him.
Including running away from him.
After our involvement with the demons, and the war brewing between the courts, there was too much danger for my son to stay here.
