Roman's POV
Meanwhile Jason made sure Raven didn't see her like this.
"Listen to me, if you truly care for Raven," this time I said coldly and held her shoulder again, "and understand what I am saying."
She looked at me, finally having some sense in her.
"This was the only way, Eira," I let my tone soften a little, "Or do you think running away with him somewhere would end all the trouble?"
As if I had caught what could be her next thought, she felt speechless.
Running away was always the top of her solution lists, and that's the reason we didn't tell before coming here that what was going to happen here, and that Raven is her son.
"Because it wouldn't end with it," I repeated, "In fact more people would hunt for that pureblood child on the run. By doing all of this today, we are making sure everyone sees Raven is ours and they won't ever look at him. That Raven isn't a tool to toy around. Do you get it?"
She nodded lightly, but I could feel her sadness.
