Aron slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Finding Nevaeh perched on the edge of an oversized bed, petting Cian’s sleeping form, he quietly slid into the room. Making sure his boots did not make too much noise on the stone floor as he approached, he quietly crept over to them and took a seat behind her on the bed. Rubbing her arm, he kissed the side of her head.
“Queen Ravana just announced that her sons will be back within fifteen minutes,” he informed her. Already, they had been waiting for them for at least an hour. Although the gravity to get to Orașul Sângelui weighed heavy on all of them, especially Tate, they had no choice than to wait on their escorts who had been posted on the furthest points of the city. “Should we wake him now?”
Nevaeh continued to stroke their son’s hair
