I got back an hour later, I hesitantly made my way to my bedroom. Ramious sat on my bed as always emotionless, his eyes narrowed on me.
"Did she have a safe homecoming?" I asked, messaging my stressed neck.
"Mamon is satisfied." He said flatly with a cold face.
"When will you see her again?" I continued.
"In a few months." He looked away from me then, perhaps out of guilt.
My heart sank a little, it pained me knowing my new born daughter would be alone for months in the mouth of hell. These feelings were only making my stay that much worse I had to get over them, I had to be as cold as Ramious. I walked over to the bed and sat next to my mate, not speaking any words. I knew in that moment we were both mourning our daughter.
Ramious stood up after a whil
