Prologue
“How long must we hope; hope for help, hope for redemption, hope for retribution, hope for evil to finally lose? Because, to be honest, I’m ready to knock hope to the curb and tell her to step aside while I kick some wicked witch behind. See, I can keep from cussing if I want to, so bite me, bitches.” ~Jen
“I told you she would be beautiful,” Decebel held their baby girl in his arms and stared down at her with more adoration than Jen had ever seen in anyone’s eyes. He seemed even larger than usual, holding such a tiny person in his arms.
“Duh, she came from me, what else could she possibly be?” Jen snorted.
Decebel looked up from Cosmina and smiled at her. “She is half mine you know?”
Jen let a wicked smile cross her lips, “As far as you know.”
Decebel let out a low growl. J
