Thea
It was the day of the ceremony, Iris had been up all night with Damien. He was appropriately named. Effectively whichever parent had him he wanted the other.
Somehow despite having no sleep Iris still managed to look gorgeous in her plale blue gown. Her slim figure back, only her swollen breasts a sign of her newborn pup.
As I styled her hair in an elaborate up do, so her mark was proudly on display, she screwed her face up.
“Satan is awake, again.”
“I do feel this was your own doing calling your son Damien.”
“It’s strange Thea, I thought I loved Oliver but this is a whole new level, even though I don’t know when I’ll ever sleep again I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
My heart tugged at her words. Words I never expected to hear from Iris.
“Go get him, bring him her
