His Mate, His Son, His Regret
When I do, the pain returns tenfold to my wounds, and I fall in a heap on the ground.
Marvel’s magic and his desire to keep me safe must have prevented the wounds from manifesting into being life-threatening. Without his magic to keep the bleeding and pain at bay, I’m now bleeding out, and the pain is unimaginable.
“Harriet!” Marvel yells, reaching for me with his small hands, unsure of how to help.
“Child, don’t! She is...”
When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child.
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