Her eyes lingered on Kain, waiting for the horror, for disgust to play on his face. What she had just asked of him was anything but normal; any sane man would have recoiled, turned away, perhaps even cursed her name.
However, nothing came. His expression remained unreadable, his face devoid of any emotion.
Then, at last, he finally moved. Rising fully, he towered over the bed, his lips curling into a faint smirk.
"Mother," he whispered. "Is that it?"
Rael's grandmother tilted her head, startled by the question.
"All this fear, all these centuries of the curse suffocating us generation after generation…" He let out a low laugh. "…and the answer is this simple?"
She narrowed her eyes, measuring him carefully. "Simple, you say? Do you think the weight of such a command is simple? To ask a mother to take her son into her womb?"
