#Chapter 121 Neil

Neil I closed my eyes, pushing away the memories. The fear and the doubts. The running and hiding. Even at my worst, even when the coven thought it best to just bind me completely, that I'd never learn to control it, to hone it, she had never flinched from me, never looked at me as anything less than her son. Even when I… "I almost---" "You have never," she cut in. "Thus, I know you will not hurt her. You won't hurt either of them, no matter how you fear that, it will not come to pass. You've never hurt any of your lovers." My lips twitched. "I… I took potions." "You think the potion would stop you?" I looked at her. "Isn't that what it's meant to do?" She chuckled. "Perhaps for a time, but you and I both know that you didn't take a potion everytime. Before every date? Ever night cap?" I took a breath. "I… see your point, but how can you be so sure?" "Because… you are my son, not my father's." My eyes burned and I looked at her. She pat my cheek, her eyes glow