*~Hazel's POV~*
I am a Crescent. And yet… I can't even walk out of this damned room.
I've tried. Again and again. My body gets as far as the door, my foot raised to step beyond the threshold and then I stopped. Like my soul tugs backward, screaming that leaving would be… wrong. Like I'd be breaking some law I never agreed to.
I don't know where he is. I don't know how far Cyrius has gone with his twisted compulsionns. But I know he's the one keeping me in here.
I gave up. Dropping onto the soft, strange bed with a heavy breath, I let the babies settle beside me. Their tiny bodies pressed into my sides like warm, breathing reminders that I wasn't alone.
The little girl…my daughter—began playing with my hair, coiling it around her small, chubby fingers. I watched her with quiet awe.
"Heather," I whispered, saying it again just to taste it on my tongue.
It didn't sound bad anymore. It sounded… right. Whole…It fit her.
