*~ Caspian's POV~*
Cyrius struggled to stand up.
"Ha! You are damn right. My babies are indeed miracle babies."
"They are not your babies," I barked at him. "They will never be your babies."
"Okay, whatever you say," he muttered, cracking his knuckles, "but you are not walking away from this place with those babies. I'll make sure of it."
I braced myself, ready to attack again—when he suddenly stopped.
My eyes flicked to the side and saw Hazel. She was walking in, her steps slow, her hand sliding along the wall for support. Her body looked weak, fragile.
Cyrius's face stiffened, the dark expression snapping back into place.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Cyrius—what are you doing?"
His jaw twitched before he laughed. It wasn't a warm laugh—it was cold, sharp, broken.
"You know," he said, "I fell in love with you. Aside from you being my mate… I loved you, Hazel. I love you. But you're just one of them. A monster. A heartless human."
