Armon’s POV
I walked with a slight flush to my study with Emily tagging beside me. Rosy remained in my arms, clutching onto me like I might let her go any moment from now. If only she were mature enough to understand that I will never let her or her mother go.
I expected questions from the mother of the one who had raised someone from the dead but got none. No curious soliloquies, no array of questions, no confrontations. Nothing.
Instead, she stared at me like she had seen me in another woman’s arms. I could see it in her eyes. In fact, I heard the thoughts going on in her head earlier, she must have opened the link by mistake because I heard everything that roamed in her head until she stepped into Aubrey’s room. The link went off, like it had been intentionally turned off.
She had
