I woke up to feel Makarius’s breath on my shoulder.
I turned to him.
Makarius, I whispered. He touched me gently, his fingers trembling as they moved over my skin. His palm felt warm, almost too warm, and his touch was so careful, as if he thought I might break if he wasn't gentle. I felt his breath on my neck, and the moment was filled with worry and longing.
I’m sorry, he said. Forgive me, Victoria.
For what? I don’t understand.
I wanted another child. I pushed you to do this, and I almost lost you.
You didn’t push me; I wanted a child, too. Now kiss me, then bring my child to me. I want to see her.
His face changed.
Makarius, do not blame her; look at me. You will love her like Abrax.
Every time I look at her, it reminds me of how I almost lost you. I know it's not fair to he
