Even now, when the opponent was her brother, it still worked. Lots of it.īeating the daylights out of an opponent had always given Chrysabelle a sense of peace. Even at the cost of their own lives.īeing able to protect herself and her child meant being ready for anything, and that meant training. If there was anything she’d learned from her mother, it was that strong women pushed forward, no matter what the circumstances, and strong women protected their children. On the third day, she’d gotten out of bed with the resolute knowledge that whatever she had to do to protect that future wasn’t going to get done in bed. Then she’d run out of tears and passed another twenty-four hours there, staring blindly at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything, rationalizing her choices, and trying to make sense of her future. Twenty-four hours as a sobbing wreck curled in her bed. That’s how long it had taken Chrysabelle to get herself together after finding out that the raptor fae had devoured Mal’s love for her, leaving him cold and uncaring, only to then discover she was also pregnant with Mal’s child.
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