After two hours of playing in the park and no Darius to be found, Deva knew it was time to go. Even with the sun still well in the sky, blaring down at them.

"Alcide it's time to go home." 

The little boy started to pout. "But why momma? I want to stay with uncle Marius." 

She could see Adamarius wanted the same. He was already falling in love with her son. Alcide has that effect on people. 

"It's almost time for your piano lesson." 

"I don't even like the piano," he cried. Alcide held on tight to Adamarius' leg. "Don't let her take me uncle." 

Adamarius laughed and bent over to pick Alcide up in his arms. "How about if you go to these lessons, then tomorrow I'll show you my ability?" 

Alcide's huge overbearing smile was confirmation enough of his cooperation. 

"And if it's ok with momma." Adamarius continued.

Alcide instantly went into puppy eye mode. Deva hated playing the bad guy but she knew it was a horrible idea. If Darius found out he'd kill her. No he'd kill Adamarius first then her. How could she let her husband's worst enemy hang out with their son? 

"I don't know Alcide. I'm not sure what we have planned for tomorrow."

Why was this tearing her to pieces. The frowns on both their faces were hard to look at. They started walking towards the castle. Alcide was still in his arms, telling every detail in his life story that Adamarius had missed out on. 

When the castle came into view they stopped. 

"Alcide go inside and find your instructor for your lesson."

Alcide hugged his uncle before sliding to the ground. "Bye uncle Marius. Thanks for playing with me." 

Deva could feel the warm acceptance Adamarius had for her son. It was melting the walls she had up for so long. 

When Alcide was out of hearing range Adamarius finally spoke. "He talks a lot." 

She shook her head. "I know." 

"Like you." 

"Hey," she objected. "I can be quiet...sometimes."

"I prefer you not to." He had missed the sound of her voice. He moved in front of her. "Deva how are you?" His deep sincere voice was more than pulling her in. 

"I'm fine." 

His jaw clinched a bit. "Even after all these years I can still tell when you're lying." 

She wasn't sure if he was tapping into her mind or if she was just that easy to read. 

"There's just so much going on. I just...I just want..." she was pouring out. 

"You want Darius there." 

She didn't know why she was confessing this to him. "He's king now. I just don't want his duties to consume him to the point he has nothing left for his family." 

His eyes were gold with sympathy. "Like Alcide." 

Unfortunately that was exactly what she was talking about. "Yes but I don't think he even knows he's doing it. Darius has lived for many years. I think he believes he has eternity with his son. I just don't want him to miss out on the most important years of Alcide's life." 

There was nothing he could do to sooth her worries. "You haven't told him you're a lycan." 

It was more of a statement than a question. "No, I haven't." It was a hard topic to bring up to her son. 

"You still have a few years till he shows any signs of his lycan nature." 

Deva took a step back . "What are you talking about? I showed no signs, what's so ever. Not until you bit me." 

"Males are more dominate to the gene. By 15 he'll start feeling it." 

Curiosity kicked in. "What about my brothers? Could they be lycans?" 

He had never given it much thought. "I don't know Deva. I only detected the ancient blood in your system but it could be possible. Have you not seen them?" 

"No," she sighed. It hurt too much to go back and see her family, knowing she could never be with them. "I should get back before they begin to wonder." 

Adamarius nodded and moved out of her way. 

"Marius, thank you for putting a smile on his face." 

She turned her back on him but then heard his voice. "He's going to be okay." 

"How do you know that?" 

"Because even with a father who isn't always there, he still has you. And you're the strongest person I know. " 

She walked off feeling better about the day they had together. It was all going to turn out okay. 

The outside patio table had a group of women crowded around their cups of tea. All of them were royals, either part of the family or another kingdom. 

"Join us Deva. Izzy is telling us all about her adventures." Elle said while pulling a chair between her and Julia for Deva to sit. 

"So after the prince of France there was Andrei," Izzy continued her tale of all the men she encountered and devoured. It was a story of passion, lust and everything but love. She used men like pieces on a chess board. 

It was hard to believe the first time Deva met Izzy she was innocently guarded by her brothers. How the times have changed. 

"And what do you get out of it?" Deva voiced her opinion. "Playing with men like they're toys. "

"They were womanizers to begin with, "Izzy tried to justify. 

"Doesn't make it any better." A vampire could make a human do just about anything their heart desired. 

"Speaking from experience, your majesty," the sweet voice was thick with poison. "I'm sure we all know about your many royal conquests between brothers." 

Deva turned her attention to the source and cringed at the Sheena look alike. Ilsa's taunting eyes and innocent smirk gave no one else indication she hated Deva. But Deva saw through her ugly mask.

"Yes, and I've learned my lesson." 

"I believe old habits die hard." The atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker. 

Sebastian did warn her about his sister. Deva could already visualize putting duct tape over her annoying mouth.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" 

Everyone at the table froze with fear and anticipation. No one would dare get on the queen's bad side. 

"Nothing. You just wouldn't understand everything we do because you're not full vampire." Ilsa pointed out. 

No, she wasn't. But rubbing it in her face was not a good idea. 

Then like right on cue Lucian walked out. "Good evening ladies." 

They flashed him their best smiles like nothing was amiss. Deva was rallied up with annoyance. Lucian went over to Elle's side and kissed her cheek. He was alone. 

"Where's Darius?" 

Lucian hesitated to answer because he knew she wouldn't like his news. "Other matters were brought to his attention. He decided to stay." 

It shouldn't have surprised her. Darius was always dedicated to his kingdom. 

Deva got up. "If you'll excuse me ladies." 

They all bowed. 

"Perhaps she married the wrong prince." 

Every fiber in Deva's body was begging to go back and smash Ilsa's head in for the disrespect she showed. But Deva was a queen now. She tossed it aside and gave the ungrateful slut one last chance. 

She entered the large eerie study room that once used to belong to king Asher and poured herself a glass of the strongest liquor they had. Darius didn't like going into his father's old study room. Eventually he built his own work place on the other side of the castle. 

Drinking the bitter toxic liquid soothed her nerves but made her head explode even more. She felt like she was running out of time. Something was coming and she was alone but she knew she really wasn't. Darius was there for her, always. She just wished she could tell him. Tell him everything. If he knew he'd be with her right now. He would be her strength instead of trying to carry every worry on her own back.

"Deva?" Oh, how she wished it was his voice. 

"I'm fine Loosh." 

He quietly came up behind her. She was staring out the wide open window, avoiding him. 

Her drinking told him otherwise. "It's okay not to be." 

"Not when you're queen." Her eyes were haunted with hidden grief. "I have to be fine Loosh." 

He shook his head. "Deva what is it? What's bothering you? " 

"I don't know," she knew she sounded insane. "There's something itching its way through me. I can't get it to stop. I feel like I'm suffocating in worry. I'm scared." She was barring her emotions to Lucian like she used to long ago. 

He threw his arms around her. "What are you worried about?" 

"I want to see them. My brothers. Please Loosh take me to them." She had to know if it was possible. Were her brothers lycans? 

Lucian felt her anxiety and knew the only solution to calm her down was to give her what she wanted. He would happily give it to her too. 

Swift air past through them and the next moment she found herself surrounded by the familiar scenes of her childhood. They were at her parents' house. 

It still looked the same besides a few dying plants in the front yard. Her father wasn't as active as he used to be. He should be in his 70's if she could recall correctly. It was like a wonderful dream and a horrible nightmare all in one. It was torturous being so close to the ones she loved but not being able to hold them or talk to them.

Moving closer Deva peeked through the window. They were having a family dinner. Her mother and father were weak and frail with gray hair. She couldn't believe so much time had gone by. Then she noticed her older brother. 

David was sitting next to a beautiful woman across two adorable children. He now had a family of his own. She regretted missing their lives. David's slight gray hairs and wrinkly smile was confirmation he wasn't a lycan. A lycan's growth was very slow. They were young for a very long time, almost like immortals. David was aging too fast. 

"Don't you have two brothers?" Lucian asked from beside her. 

"Yes." Where was Aden? "Aden's missing." 

"Perhaps he moved." 

It just seemed odd. "Perhaps." 

At least it was one weight off her shoulders. It made her feel ten times better. 

Once back in the solace of her room Deva thanked Lucian. 

"Anytime, my queen." 

When he didn't move to leave she knew he was questioning her sanity. 

"Go. I'm fine now." 

He nodded relentlessly and disappeared. 

Deva pulled together her mixed up nerves and emotions and headed for the music room. The sweetest and tranquil melody filled her ears the closer she got. Walking into the room she found Darius and Alcide playing the piano. 

She had never heard the song before. It was calm but dark and filled with undeniable passion and emotion. 

Now she was jealous she didn't know how to play the piano. "That was amazing." 

They both turned to the sound of her voice. "We wrote it for you," Darius smiled. 

She was blown away. That was the most beautiful thing they could do for her. 

"Do you like it momma?"

"I love it baby. What's it called?" 

"Loving the moon," Darius answered. 

That was appropriate. She wondered why he chose that title. 

She stared into his bright ocean blue eyes. "You're my moon." At least that's what he wanted her to pretend this morning. 

Her reply made the happiest grin spread across his face. Without warning Darius swept her off her feet and twirled her around while capturing her lips with the sweetest kiss. 

"And you're my sun. You give me light when it's dark and I am lost. You're my warmth and home." 

She pressed her lips to his, getting lost in the moment. She needed him, to breathe, to live. 

"Is it over yet? " Alcide had his hands tightly covering his eyes. 

They laughed. "Yes baby. You can open your eyes."

His face was scrunched with disdain. "Gross."

"You won't always think it's disgusting," Marcus said waltzing into the room, highly entertained. 

"I doubt it," Alcide grumbled.

Darius pulled her close and whispered into her ear like they were the only ones in the room. "Go out with me." 

Was he serious? "On a date?" It had been so long since they've actually gone out alone. 

"Tonight," his velvet voice seduced. 

"What about Alcide?"

The little boy spoke for himself. "I have a date with aunt Julia and uncle Marcus. We're watching movies." 

"Come on, little guy." Marcus took his hand and then left. Alcide didn't even say good bye but his parents didn't mind. 

"Where are we going?"   

Darius' smirk was deadly. "To feast on the night." 

"You sound hungry," she teased.

He pushed her against the wall. The jerk of the impact felt more like pleasure than pain. 

"I'm famished," he whispered. 

She was getting hot. "You act like your wife doesn't feed you." 

She felt the breath of his low chuckle on her neck. "She doesn't."

Which was true. They had a chef to cook for them. 

Deva clawed her nails into his scalp and shoulder before roughly twisting his body to slam against the wall, taking her place. 

Darius cautiously watched her as she tore the skin at her throat. Illuminating red blood spilled out. 

"Then take all that I have because it's all yours anyway." 

She led his lips to the wound. The first taste of blood was sweet and intoxicating that it was hard to stop. He could feel the power she possessed and the emotions pulsing within her veins. He pulled away before he took too much. 

A lycan's blood or bite only meant death for a vampire but somehow Deva's was different. 

"Your blood is like a drug." He rested his forehead against hers in hopes to stop his mind from spinning. 

"Are you telling me you're high right now?" She giggled.

"Maybe." 

"So if I take you into a room and have my way with you, you won't remember." 

"Oh I'll remember sweetheart." 

Darius ended up taking her to the restaurant they went to on their first date. It was a great way to distract her. He wouldn't let her leave without getting a dance. Their tango was smooth and unstoppable. They had every person in the building watching them in awe. 

It was such a sight to see the king and queen so passionately and incredibly in love. It was shown through their slow sensual movements and deep penetrating stares towards each other. It was easy to believe no one else existed to them in the room. 

The night was still very young when they walked out of the club. The moon was a strange dark shade of grey, something she had never seen before. 

Darius intertwined his fingers through hers. "How about a walk?" 

She nodded and he lead the way down the narrow streets of their kingdom. "I like that place." 

He kissed her hair. "Me too. The first time I brought you, I finally had you to myself. I hated sharing with my brothers." 

She had noticed that. "You were so horribly cocky back then." 

"And you my love, were so incredibly insulting to everyone and everything. I literally thought you'd start world war 3." 

"And yet I still captured your heart with my rude sarcastic personality. You must be a masochist." 

"Or I'm just addicted to the drama that befalls you." 

Her hand went up and smacked his chest. "I'm not dramatic." 

No she was more theatrical, he thought laughing into the night. "I never said you were. It just likes to follow you around." 

"Can you blame it? I am pretty attractive, "she joked. 

He stopped and cupped her face. "That you are sweetheart. That you are," he chanted then kissed her. 

The sound of painful groaning pulled then apart, interrupting their intimate moment. 

The sound was coming from somewhere really close. Their curiosity was intrigued so they decided to investigate. 

Turning the corner they found two hooded figures standing over a beaten man with blood dripping down his open cuts. The hooded strangers circled around him just waiting to tear open his flesh and watch him bleed out till his last breath. 

"Do you want so more little mutt?" The female voice taunted as she dug her sharp nails into his shoulder blade causing him to wince. "Or have you learned your lesson?" 

"I've done nothing wrong," the broken man heaved. He barely looked eighteen.

"Oh," she exhaled. "So you haven't learned your lesson." She crossed her arms. "I was afraid of this," she patronized. 

"Look you've had your fun. Now let me go." The lycan boy tried to reasonably plead. 

The hooded woman's screeching laugh echoed throughout the dark alley.

"Awww did you hear that Bruce? He thinks we're even." Within a second's time the woman raised her leg thrusting it towards the victim's gut, knocking him to the ground. 

The hooded man suddenly appeared, standing over the boy. He was chocking him with his foot. "Far from it pest." 

Deva couldn't understand why the boy wasn't defending himself. He was clearly a lycan. Why wasn't he turning? He could better defend himself in lycan form. Why wasn't he fighting back? 

"Your accusations are false-" before he could finish the hooded man blocked his windpipe.

"You're all pathetic creatures with no self-control. You're a danger to our society."

Deva was shaking from anger. 

"The king and queen don't seem to think so," the lycan struggled to get out. 

"Ah yes the queen," the woman's voice shriveled with disdain. "Biased, isn't she? Always giving your kind special treatment or a slap on the wrist. It makes me sick." 

The lycan tried laughing beneath the man's hold. "She can't help it if your kind are always guilty." 

"Because innocence exists? Look around you lycan. We live in a world were two very  different predators are trying to coexist." The hooded man inched closer to his face. 

"One of them has to be on top," the woman got down to her knees and whispered into his ear. "You don't deserve to be."

Getting up she nodded to her accomplice, Bruce. "But don't worry. Your queen will soon be joining you." 

Darius couldn't take any more of the disgusting disgrace. He had his hand tightly clinched around the woman's porcelain throat, lifting her defenselessly into the air. 

"You were saying?" Darius' menace look made her squeal in fear. 

"Your majesty," Bruce said in terror then turned to run away.

His cowardly attempt was stopped when Deva's ability shot through her and struck Bruce. He crumbled to the stone ground in agonizing pain. She was weakening every bone in his treacherous body. 

"Do you know the punishment for threatening your queen?" Darius' sharp grip was drawing blood. 

"We were defending ourselves." She spat through her teeth. 

Darius turned his gaze to the young looking lycan then back to the lying wretch. 

"Oh yes. He looks like he'd strike fear in the eyes of many." His mocking tone was laced with irritation. 

Her nails were clawing at his hands for leverage. "Of course you'd side with them," her eyes briefly flashed to Deva. "She's bewitched you." 

Darius' deadly smirk was scarier than the grim reaper. "And what exactly has the lycan done to you?" 

"It breathes. Is that not reason enough?" 

Deva had her hands firmly crossed over her chest to control the vibes of violence. "You're breathing now. But I can quickly fix that."

Nothing would give her more joy than to see the female vampire suffer for what she had done. Deva gave Darius a slight nod to make him let her go.

The woman fell to the floor in a clash. Pacing around the woman, Deva's heels clicked making anticipation unbearable. 

"You're not fit to be queen." 

"Yes, I've heard that before. But you're lucky I'm a fair queen because every fiber in my body wants to kill you right now. So Sage," Deva bit down the fire. "I suggest you choose your next words wisely." 

The woman looked befuddled with utter confusion. "How do you know my name?" 

"Your mind is like a open book for me right now. I can pluck any bit of information I want." 

Deva forgot to mention she could also tap into her imagination thought process and make her feel torture in ways she could never fathom. 

"We have the right to defend ourselves. Something's coming. You monsters will be the death of us all." 

"The only one sealing the fate of your death would be your mouth." Darius said. 

Bruce coughed. "King Asher would have never let this happen."

Sage's piercing red eyes bore into hers. "If he would have known what you were from the beginning, I bet he would have killed you himself." 

Deva couldn't compress her rage any longer. Sage's body went paralyzed. She couldn't move a muscle but she could feel. She felt something trying to claw its way out of her, tearing at her organs. 

"He tried to once," Deva whispered.

"My queen," the lycan was at her feet. "Your majesties. Thank you." 

She bent down and touched his bruised face. "Are you alright?" 

The innocent boy nodded. 

"What's your name?" 

"Matthew, your majesty." 

She pressed his hair back from his sweaty face. "You're gonna be okay now." 

"Your rein will soon end. Then you and your pathetic kind can go to hell." The woman just couldn't shut up. 

"Pathetic? Have you ever felt the agonizing pain of having every bone of your body broken?" 

Sage was silent. It was a process every lycan went through when transforming.

"No?" Deva mocked. "Let me help with that." 

Deva's ability had gotten stronger over the years. Now she could cause physical pain too.

They watched as Sage's bones snapped into deformed and unimaginable places. Her screams were a loud terrorizing sound echoing through the darkness. 

"Deva," Darius raised in concern but she ignored him. 

"There's no need to go to hell. I'll just simply bring it to you," Deva sneered.

Hot burning sensations tingled the surface of Sage's skin. Then blotches of bubbles began to cover her skin while she screamed bloody murder. Her flesh was quickly dissolving.

"Deva!" Darius moved in front of her. 

Two patrol men came to the scene but it was too late. By the time they arrived Sage's body was nothing but ash and dust. 

"Your majesties," they both bowed low to the floor. Ashamed they hadn't come earlier.

"Take this man to see a doctor," Deva directed to Matthew. 

"And see to it that this man gets locked away," Darius pointed in the direction of Bruce, who was still glued to the ground in distress. 

Deva didn't bother to look at Darius. She knew he was a little disappointed in her. He always tried to motivate her in self-control. She just couldn't help it sometimes. Deva ran down the path, letting her nature instinct take over. 

It had been so long since she had actually let herself feel something other than being vampire. That was the problem. She wasn't just vampire; she was lycan too. It was so hard trying to balance the two out. The moonlight emulated the way she needed to go. 

She had been told many times by countless others that she wasn't fit to run their kingdom. It was something she couldn't control. Everyone was entitled to their opinion and not everyone was going to like her. Deva had gotten used to it but yet this one bugged her to the core. 

Why was she letting it get to her? She was half lycan, running a vampire kingdom, trying to force two different species to co-exist. It was difficult but not entirely impossible. Or so she thought and hoped. 

It just made her feel like such a failure. They ridiculed and judged her every move. For years she put up a strong front, not letting them see the toll of damage it inflicted on her. She wasn't sure what was causing this emotion melt down but now she was hungry. 

She had gained most of her energy back when she sucked the life out of Sage and Bruce but she wasn't 100% yet. Darius had also taken some blood and power from her before the night even started. 

Reaching the castle she knew exactly the person she needed to visit. Deva quietly creeped into the room only she was allowed to enter. His sleeping body was gloriously bare under the covers. Her body dipped into the edge of the bed and she watched the rise and fall of his chest. His even breathing, his pulsing veins, and beating heart were the very things attracting her lycan to the kill. 

She wanted his blood, his wonderful human blood. 

His body stirred in the dark, slowly awaking. It took him a while to adjust his eyes but once he noticed Deva he was shocked. "My queen?"

Silviu still looked the same, even after ten years. She wanted to let him go so many times before but he would never leave her side. She thought it had to do with something Adamarius did to him. Perhaps he demanded Silviu to be her eternal slave.

"I'm hungry," she whimpered moving closer. Her nostrils flared at the smell of his neck so close. 

Silviu was a loyal servant to her. Never once did he disobey her. 

His body was still as he surrendered to her willingly. She took hold of his neck and shoulder before piercing her canine teeth into his fragile flesh. The liquid running down her throat was exactly the release she needed. 

Deeper she tore into his skin, trying to fill her mouth with more of his divine blood. He whimpered but she wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure. At this point she didn't care. All she wanted was to drain him of his last drop of blood. 

She drank and drank but she couldn't feel the satisfying taste to end what she started. It wasn't enough. Why wasn't he enough?

"Deva! Let him go." Darius broke her chain of clustering thoughts. "You'll kill him if you don't."

With much hesitation Deva released his body and he fell back onto the bed. What had gotten into her? 

"You shouldn't let what they said offend you." He was referring to Bruce and Sage. Darius came closer and she turned to face him. Her lips were red with blood. 

"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment." He didn't know how it felt when people told her she didn't deserve the title of queen. Or what it felt like to have your own people against you. 

"You're not a disappointment Deva." 

Her smile was pained with rejection. "You're a lousy liar, my love."

"Deva, the things they said were not true. None of it was true." She could see he was trying so hard to believe it himself. 

Deva started pacing the room. "I'm sorry I can't be as strong as you. I can't just toss to the side the things they said and believe." Her aggravation was growing with each word. 

"Alright then. But that doesn't mean you can go around and kill people, your people." He glanced down at Silviu's very still body. His heartbeats were barely auditable. 

"I can't," she said overwhelmed. "I can't!" Her mind, body, and soul were livid with fierce rage. "Yet those two disgusting vampires were going to viciously murder a lycan who wouldn't even fight back to defend himself."

Darius was at a loss for words. He wanted to comfort his wife and put her worries to rest but there was nothing he felt like he could do to sooth her. It was something far beyond his reach. She was going into a place she wouldn't and couldn't let him in to help her. 

"We've tried so hard to change the minds of our kingdom yet nothing will lead them to face the true. Lycans are not the problem. We are not the danger." Her eyes accusingly stared at him. "Vampires are the ones who can't let go of the past. It's just in their nature." 

She gazed away, lost in your own mind. "Our nature," she corrected remember she was part vampire herself. "Their instinct is to shed innocent blood to gain for themselves."

"Not all vampires," Darius' tried to dignify. 

"Oh but you're all thinking it, in the back of your minds." She took a few steps closer to him. "What life would be like without the repulsive beasts in the way? Everything would go back to the way it should be. How it's always been. We are nothing but dirt on the bottom of your shoes." 

He stared at his wife and dwelled on the foreign figure who took her place. What happened to her? "Deva, what's brought this all about?"

She sighed. "You don't get it, do you?" She was fading out of his sight. "Do you know how long it's been since I've shifted? Since I let my lycan come out?"

He was silently thinking. It was so long ago, he wasn't sure. 

"Six years. Before Alcide was ever born." Deva shook her head but the pain was already there. Darius could see silent tears running down her face. "Do you know why? It's been eating away at me. Clawing its way out every time I see the moon, feel the night, and hear the wild. I've yearned to let it out."

Something was stopping her and Darius thought he knew what it was. And he was ashamed to admit it because he knew it was hurting her. 

"Because you hate it when I turn. You hate it," she cried. "You hate it because it reminds you of him." It reminded him of Adamarius. 

This was true and it was hard for Darius to confess. Every time she transformed it made him sick with repulse. It drove him made with an up rise of umbrage. He felt vain at the thought. He knew it was hurting her to keep her lycan side locked up. Was it selfish of him?

"Deva," he had trouble exhaling. "I never meant for my indifference of your lycan to hurt you so much."

Her eyes were torn with misery. "Do you know how hard it is to suppress half of yourself; half of who you are? The agonizing torment you physically and mentally go through to keep the beast at bay."

Darius was a vampire. He had a monster of his own kind but nothing like hers. Nothing so overpowering where it takes over your body. He couldn't even image what she had gone through. 

"But I did it for you," her voice cracked. "I didn't want you to go back to those painful memories. I didn't want you to remember the time I wasn't with you."

Her heartbreaking confession made him feel ten times worse. How could he let her sacrifice so much for him? When he tried to open his mouth nothing came out. 

Deva wiped the tears from her eyes and made a pass for the door. "I'm tired. Goodnight."

"Deva! Wait!" He knew better than to let her walk away after such an intense conversation. He couldn't let her leave on that note.

Darius cupped her cheek when she wouldn't look into his pleading eyes. "All I've ever wanted was your happiness. I'm sorry I've kept it from it." 

She knew he didn't mean to. She blamed no one but herself. It was all her fault to begin with. Deva got on the tips of her toes and kissed him. "You are my happiness." She pulled away and turned for the door. "And perhaps the death of me too, one day."

Darius wasn't sure if he was meant to hear the last part but he did. He prayed he wouldn't be the death of her. 

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