Calvin’s POV

I hated that bitch.

She took away her memories. She didn’t know who I was.

I was going to find that fucking witch and kill her.

Did she really think that taking away the little bird’s memories and moving away would keep her safe from me? That I wouldn’t find her? That it would stop me from having her?

I chuckled coldly.

“Fuck you, witch,” I muttered under my breath. “I found my treasure despite your pathetic efforts to keep her away from me.”

The only thing that bugged me was that she didn’t remember me. My little bird didn’t know who I was.

“Don’t worry, little bird,”...