I see the retreating figures of the warriors and something about this departure tugs at my heart. On one hand, I do believe that we all will be able to defeat Morax and on the other I feel that he would triumph over us, snatching our victory from my hands.
The dilemma was nerve-racking and my pregnancy hormones were doing me little good. They were making me cranky.
The weight of the responsibility was weighing heavily on my shoulders and Morax's cruelty was just another boulder on my shoulders. I heaved a defeated sigh but Xander was there by my side.
“Everything’s going to be alright,” he whispered, as his eyes lingered on the departing figures. I knew he was also worried about his friend.
“I am sorry, I didn’t want to send Mason but he insisted,” I explained.
He took my hand in his
