Progenitor?
Son?
She could tell the gender of my child. Not Celia or Corvin could. Orianna smiled as if she could read my mind.
Drevon stepped into the light. "Progenitor?"
"He shall give rise to our family line. He's our hope."
I inhaled sharply. First it was the warlocks and now them. They come and speak of my child's future as if it were their own. I never liked it.
"So you're here for my child," I said sternly. "Just like the warlocks, you have some twisted ideas."
"No… I'm here for both of you. You're both the Winter clan's treasure. Grandmother was heartbroken when she heard the news that you may be alive. I have never seen her that way..." She clenched her teeth.
I felt a sting in my chest at her words. They sounded so genuine.
"At first, we doubted your existence. Grandmother was not willing to take action. The same humans who took her granddaughter away now speak of the survival of her child. Imagine how she must have felt." A tear slid down her cheek.
