Months later, the foreign sensation of our baby moving under my skin had my attention as I sat out of doors in the sun just outside our new home.
With Stolas’ help, Amy had created another pocket dimension that was, while private, still connected to Stolas’ property via a ‘back alley’, as I called it. In the coming year, it would also be connected to Barbatos’ and perhaps even Morax’s. Though all the Demons liked their privacy, and in general, preferred much bigger territories with more space between them, recent incidents had them joining forces en masse to protect their loved ones. The fear that being separated made them easier to pick off apparently trumped the apprehension that gathering together made them look as though they were prepping for war. Besides, as Stolas had said, it wasn
