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Moving closer, I look down at our boy in her arms reaching down. I hold his little hand wrapped around my finger as he clutches it instinctively. She looks up at me worried for a second making me furrow my brows at the look she gave me.

“Can I hold him?” I ask. She looks between us nervously but hands him over. I take him from her rocking him.

“He is so little,” I tell her, smelling his head and I could smell all our scents on him, but also something else, something different. He smells like a Dragon but when his eyes open, they are the purple color of the Aziza bloodline, the same as Elora’s, sparkling brightly, seeing but not really seeing. I hear the castle doors burst open making me look toward the door and can hear murmurs and go to walk to the door to open it when her voice sounds out behind me.

“Give him back Silas,” she says, making me look over my shoulder at her. Huh?

“No, I won’t let you take him,” she says, her voice harsh as she stands on shaky legs and I growl from the angry look on her face.

“I’m not I..”

“Give him to me,” she says, stepping forward and I watch horrified as her hands start to glow.

“You would really risk hurting our son.”

“Give him to me Silas, you’re not taking him.”

“I’m not…I…”

“Give me my son.” Her eyes sparkle with anger as they turn fluorescent, and I growl stepping toward her, sensing the magic and tension building.

“I have our baby in our arms stop it, he isn’t just yours,” I snap at her when I am suddenly hit with Déjà vu, my mind going to the vision Claire showed me, me hitting her and her falling and smacking her head while I walk out with our son. She thinks I am taking him from her, this is what we argued about, this is what started the events that took place afterwards.

“Silas!” she screams just as I hear footsteps on the stairs. I look down at him in my arms not wanting to give him to her, but knowing what Claire showed me, it is the only way to stop it coming true, stop it from destroying us all.

“Sit down and I will give him to you, you’re bleeding on the floor,” I tell her, my voice slightly harsher than I hoped. She seems shocked for a second and I see her magic drop as she sits on the bed. I kiss the top of his head, handing him back to her. Placing my hands under her back and legs I move her to the center of the bed so she doesn’t fall off the side.

“I was just opening the door, our mates are here,” I tell her. I walk out, knowing my temper is on the verge of breaking. I open the door to see Dragus and Matitus rushing up the stairs toward me. I open the door wider and step out.

“Hey,” Dragus says, blocking me with his arm. “Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need to go,” I tell him, and he looks at me confused but I won’t risk it, risk her, as I walk off and away from the bedroom.