“I had to send you two away,” he said firmly, knowing in his heart that this was the truth. “A war is no place for children. You learned that.” Gentle, but a sharp reminder. She had been taught the cruelest lesson of all, his Gabriel’s eyes. The fact she had watched her rapist die under his jaws had been a bitter repentance. Some wounds never healed.
Lykoi would live forever, for Kaena had solidified her legacy by breeding so regularly. It was the line of his own blood—blood chosen by God—that he wished to keep intact. “God gave you these children when he took the others. If He believes you are ready, then you are ready.” Only, as he thought about Ezekiel, did a flicker of trepidation cross through his eyes. His son would aid her; of this he had no doubt. The power the red woman had over her twin was astonishing…and terrifying. He turned from her to nudge the pup away from the edge of the bed, earning a grunting whine in response.“Feed them and teach them what it is to be Inferni’s legacy,” he said over his shoulder, speaking a riddle archaic in its nature. “That is all you can do for them.”
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