Delaney

Blood flowed from both wrists to my hands, dripping onto the floor, inside a basin from my fingertips. The more they cut me, the more my head pounded like it was going to explode. I couldn't have guessed how long my mother and the dark witch had tortured me, but I knew if they kept on going, I would not only lose my babies but also end up dying. While that was supposed to stir some type of emotion within me, nothing of that sort happened.

"It's a good time to break the bond completely now," my mom stated, her voice sounding closer to me. "Without your emotions, all...