Roman's POV
"Don't." A fragile voice trembled through the air, and we turned to see her standing there, small and scared.
Eira.
She was awake. She must have heard us speaking about her child.
"Please… don't kill my child." Her voice cracked, eyes glistening with tears, her expression pleading. "He is innocent. You can kill me if you want, but please… leave him."
Lucian's eyes narrowed as he turned to her. "Then tell me who your mate is. Where is he?"
"He is dead," she whispered, voice trembling. "All I had was his child. He didn't even know I birthed his child. The child is only mine. Please… don't kill him."
"Yeah, lie all you want." Lucian's voice was cold, cutting. "Just wait until I drag your mate here with your kid and kill them right in front of you." His control had slipped entirely.
Eira sank to her knees as if it was the end for her, sobs shaking her frail frame. She pressed her hands together, begging, but there was nothing else she could do.
