Darius POV
The desert had already turned me to bone, every step back towards the camp was agony and heat, it was burning in my veins in a low voice sounded through my skull like smoke.
"She is mine, you bled for her and you burned for her. Take her." the voice said.
I pressed my jaw tightly together until my teeth was paining me.
"Shut up," I muttered, but the thing inside me only chuckled.
When I walked past the last dune, I saw the camp, it was smaller than I remembered, it was a fragile collection of canvas and rope clinging to life against the wind. And I saw Seraphina at the center.
She was standing near the supply tents speaking with Myra. Even from here I could see the curve of her hand over her belly, it was protective and instinctive. My chest tightened, the bond between us was wounded and weak, it still affects me like an open wound.
"She carries power and a child, is that your child?" The voice came up again.
