“Kiva’s heart clutched at his words. Not at his threat, but because he hadn’t said anything about going with them. “Mot – ” “Get outta ’ere, Kiva luv,” Mot said, his gaze softening as he looked her way, then settled on Tipp in her arms. “Give ’im a good life, yeah? Yeh both deserve to find ’appiness.”

“Kiva’s heart clutched at his words. Not at his threat, but because he hadn’t said anything about going with them. “Mot – ” “Get outta ’ere, Kiva luv,” Mot said, his gaze softening as he looked her way, then settled on Tipp in her arms. “Give ’im a good life, yeah? Yeh both deserve to find ’appiness.”

— Lynette Noni