Damon:
“Good. Now tell my queen what it is she wants you to.” I snarled, yanking Chronos back until he sat on his knees before her.
“I don’t know what the kid wants me to tell you.” He looked as if the daggers Ivy was shooting him through her eyes were cutting him to the bone. Her aura was dragging the air out of the room so fast it was hitting me in random waves, a mixture of emotions that felt like pain, fear, anguish, and excitement.
“Then why did she want you to be here?” Ivy asked quietly. I could almost sense her turmoil. Hell, I felt it, too. I felt like I was already failing my daughter; she wasn’t even here yet.
“At this point, I can only assume she comes soon. If so, I must be here for her birth.” His tone was thick with reluctance.
“Why?” Ivy asked.
“Because if she is bo
