Rory
We walked in silence down the hallway and out to the limo. Ryan and the other men were flanking us with their mates at their side. The first half of the car ride everyone was quiet. Nyx was staring out the window, tears quietly rolling down her face.
I reached out and whipped the tears from her face. “This is part of being rulers. People will threaten you and they will hear decisions to make. It's going to take some getting used to.”
She sniffled. “I'll never get used to it. Killing people. No matter what type of threat they are.”
“You're not supposed to get used to a dead baby. But like I said, it's apart from our lives. You're going to have to accept it,``I said, moving close to her, trying to take her in for a hug.
She sighed. “OK.”
We pulled into the parking lot next to th
