~Abigail's POV~
Staring at the pretty little girl I know as Zolani, Kalliope's twelve-year-old adopted daughter storming down the hall, her dark curls bouncing with every angry step, I pause by the door as she bursts into the bedroom.
"Mum! Evander broke my study tablet!"
"Again? How many times?" Kalliope sounds exasperated, and I know it's probably not a good time, but I still step into the room.
Kalliope is gripping her daughter by the shoulders, her expression tight with exasperation. "It's been barely two days and you two—"
She stops when she lifts her head, her sapphire eyes meeting mine.
"Abigail," she says, releasing Zolani's shoulders.
The girl turns to look at me with wide, curious eyes. She's perfect with dark skin gleaming under the light, black curls framing her face. She gives me a bright smile, looking at me like I'm some sort of celebrity.
"Mum, is this Uncle Darius' wife?" she asks, then waves enthusiastically. "You're so gorgeous!"
