“None of your concern.”
Blue’s chest expanded as he took a step toward Chiyoko. “You will tell me where my child is.”
“Trust me, your child wants nothing to do with you. Nothing at all, and even if he wanted to meet you, it is an impossibility.”
“Why is that?”
“He sleeps, and will for at least a thousand years before he awakens.”
Who sleeps for a thousand years? Sadly, as Olivia pondered that, another thought crossed her mind. If Blue’s son did sleep for a thousand years, that would mean minimal baby-momma drama. Maybe.
“You didn’t?” Blue hissed.
“I did, and I would do it again. He was at war with himself. He rests. If you truly wish to meet him, pray that when he wakes, he has forgiven you; otherwise, his wrath will feel like a million daggers all aimed in your direction.”
“Mistre
