Drae had been planning the perfect execution of her plan for years, maybe even the very moment she'd been forced to accept, the immortal witch, as her new mother. The position, as far as her father had been concerned, was vacate for far too. She knew it hadn't been out of heartsick loneliness, or a need to be loved, that'd walked the two down the aisle. Her father had simply grown tired of the duty of fatherhood. Specifically in dealing with Drae and her visions. He'd wanted a wife, to resume the responsibilities of his children, despite the boys being only infants at the time.
Drae sat up, resolute. She reached toward the small side table next to the bed and opened up the single drawer. She swept aside the...