Ivy.
Twelves hours had gone by since I birthed my children, and even though everything was perfect on that front, my mind kept going back to Damian. Talon and Hale went out to his last location only two hours ago, and I panicked every moment they were gone.
I couldn’t feel my connection to Damian anymore, and as my mind tried to make me think the worse, I couldn’t allow myself to.
I had to stay strong.
I had to believe he was alive.
The pain I had felt earlier in the day, before I had given birth to my children, was unlike any pain I had ever felt before, and it didn’t take until the pain subsided for me to realize it wasn’t labor pains I was feeling.
Instead, it was the pain being inflicted upon Damian, and because I was bonded to him in a way nobody could explain; I could feel every infliction.
I cried and cried for hours after the twins were born. Pleading with Hale, Talon, and James to allow me to go to him.
