Darius found himself in Alcide's room, watching his son sleep. His little body rustled in the sheets, restlessly. 

Then he began to mumble feverishly. "Momma momma. Momma!" 

Darius pulled him into his arms, hoping to wake him from whatever nightmare he was having. 

"Shhhh it's ok Alcide," he rocked back and forth. "Dreams can't hurt you." 

"Dad, daddy. Where's momma?" His big eyes opened, worried. 

"She's still sleeping Alcide. What is it? What did you dream about?" Darius was an expert with dreams. 

He shook his head. "I don't have dreams anymore. I had a bad feeling." 

That was unusual. "About momma?" 

He nodded his little head into Darius stomach.

"I promise momma is just fine." Darius picked him up. "I doubt you'll go back to sleep now. Do you want to help me train since solders today?" 

His face went wild with excitement. "You mean fighting?"

The love for battle was definitely a trait he got from his father. Darius laughed. "Yes. " 

Alcide jumped up and landed on his feet before fist pumping the air. "Yessa!"

"Where did you get that from?" Darius found it extremely entertaining. 

"Uncle Marcus does it when he's happy." 

Darius shook his head laughing. "And here I thought your American mother taught you the art of fist pumping."  

After a small breakfast they went to the courtyard where his soldiers were waiting for their king. The night was finally broken by the sun and Darius was thankful for a new day. 

There were 50 men waiting his command. Forty five of them were vampires, the rest were lycans trying to prove their worth. 

Darius approached them calmly and full of prestige with Alcide by his side. His men were the fiercest creatures in all the kingdoms. They were brutal and personally trained by the king and his brothers. 

"Alcide these are the brave men that protect our kingdom when there's danger."

"Are we in a lot of danger?" 

With new kings coming to power and order being changed it was hard to tell. As king, Darius was cautious as ever to be prepared for the unexpected. 

"No. We're safe, for now." Darius then faced his soldiers. "Alright men. Let's give my son a show of what real men can do." 

Alcide was blown out of his socks with all the action. Darius used his ability to train his men. He took away some of their senses so that they could be ready for any kind of attack. 

Marcus then came out to lend his ability but it became more of a practice run. The soldiers crowded around as the two brothers went hand to hand combat. They were always an equal force, due to their diverse skills and wisdom. 

In the end the brothers laughed it off, calling truce. 

"A king that trains his own men. Impressive." Ilsa was leaning against a chair, her silhouette accentuated by the skin tight dress she was wearing.

"It's also the reason we're undefeated," Marcus patted Darius' back.

Ilsa snaked her way closer to the soldiers for a better look. "Only 50 men?"

"It's all we need," Darius was cocky with his answer because it was true. 

"I'm sure with your instructions they don't disappoint. Perhaps I need to be trained as well." Her flirtatious smile made him uneasy. 

"I'm not sure why you're here but my wife should be inside. " 

"Precisely why I'm here," she openly stared Darius up and down. "I wanted to speak to you first." 

Darius figured it was for a more pressing matter. "Alcide, why don't you show Uncle Marcus what I taught you about blocking an opponent." 

"Ok," Alcide turned and grabbed Marcus' hand, dragging him to the center of the field. 

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. Sometimes I forget Deva is a queen."

"Oh really," Darius questioned. "And why's that?" 

"Well it's hard to respect any women who killed my mother." Her blunt phrasing was rather expected. 

"She had good reason to." Darius defended his wife.

Ilsa rubbed her chin. "Did she? Hmmmm do you mind giving it to me? You see, I wasn't exactly there to witness it." 

She was trying to play with fire but Darius had plans of his own. "Your mother tried to kill the future queen. Treachery like that is punishable by death. She had it coming." 

"Perhaps my mother was just trying to save you all from trouble. After all Deva's presence did bring in an uproar." Ilsa circled around the King, letting her words sink in. "Your father hated her kind just as much as King Rathguard does." 

"She is our kind as well," Darius corrected.

"Oh but you know it's not the same," she taunted. "A little birdie told me Deva was the cause of your father's death. Maybe if my mother had succeeded King Asher would still be present."

Darius roughly took hold of Ilsa's shoulder. "You shouldn't speak of such things." 

"Why? Did your father deserve to die? Why wasn't the perpetrator put to death?" Her eyes were accusing to the bone.

Darius had no patience and the subject was too sensitive at the moment to deal with. "What are you implying?" 

"All I'm saying is that your father would still be here if not for her." 

He wouldn't be in his position if not for Deva. He wouldn't be King. He wouldn't have a son. He wouldn't know what it felt like to be truly loved.

"Did he truly deserve to die?" Her sickening voice tried to convince him. 

Darius shook his head. "Things of the past. My wife deserves to live just as much as any. Now speak of this again and I won't be this calm or reasonable about the matter." 

"Darius," her voice was soft yet confusion could be heard. 

Darius turned around to face his beautiful wife, who was supporting a forced expression. He quickly made his way to Deva. 

Wrapping his arms around her he whispered, "How did you sleep?" 

"Fine," she was still a little puzzled. "You left me in the middle of the night to be here?" Deva stared towards Ilsa, enquiring he left his wife to talk to another. 

Darius cupped her face. "I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to disturb you. Ilsa came by to apologize to you about last night." 

"Yet she's here, with you." 

Ilsa didn't hesitate to but in. "Yes, I heard the clashing of swords and wanted to see the commotion for myself." 

"Did you enjoy the sight?" Deva asked referring to the many men including her husband with no shirt on. They were old fashioned and thought clothes only got in the way. 

"Extremely." Ilsa raised her brow.

"I think you've got enough show for one day. Why don't you leave now?" Deva just wanted the woman out of sight. 

Ilsa fake pouted. "And abandon my mission. No, I can't." 

"Nothing you say or do will change my image of your behavior last night." She wasn't even including the time before then. "And no amount of apologizes will alter my disdain for you. Therefore your mission was hopeless to begin with." 

Darius didn't even try to stop her from being rude to their guest.  

"The feeling is mutual. I assure you, your majesty," Ilsa said in a mocking tone.

Deva didn't have a good feeling about the woman from the start and she was good at reading people.

 "I'm sure." The only reason Deva was letting here stand was because of her respect for King Raphael.

"I'll take my leave then." Ilsa turned with a smirk on her face. "Thank you Darius for the warm welcoming and amazing display of men." Her eyes wondered over to his soldiers. 

"Shall I teach her a few things on manners?" Marcus volunteered, coming up from behind them.

"No," Deva replied. "I did kill her mother. I don't expect much from her." 

"She'll receive some form of punishment next time she disrespects you. I'll see to it myself." Darius was strict with his words. 

Deva saw Alcide playing with some of the lycan men and smiled. It helped Deva believe Darius was finally trusting her kind with their son. 

"How much longer will you be out here?" 

Darius leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I wanted to run through a few more drills but it won't be too long."

"No, take your time. I was going on a few errands anyway." She could see he wanted her to elaborate. "Don't worry, I'm not going along. Max is coming with me." 

"That's comforting." Having Max around was his idea; he just wished Deva wouldnt go out this close in time to the Relic Moon.

Deva rolled her eyes. "I'm sure it is. I'll be back before night fall." 

"Where are you going?" His curiosity was intrigued.

She didn't like keeping secrets from him but in this case she would. There was no doubt she'd tell him later. "Don't worry about it. Take care of our son."

"Deva." Not knowing where she would be made him uneasy. 

It was better not telling him, so no amount of lying would sooth his worry. "I'll explain later." Deva leaned in, giving him a farewell kiss before walking away.

Max followed behind her as they entered the garage to retrieve one of the cars. Inside and cruising down the road Max broke his silence. "Where are we going?" 

"To meet up with a friend. He's heard some news of rebellion against the lycans. We going to investigate and stop anything bad from happening." 

Max was all for the plan. A vampire attack on the lycans would lead to a much bigger battle, a battle that could lead to one species destruction. Max wanted peace just as much as everyone else. 

Deva drove long and far. In the distance Max could finally see their destination. 

It was an ancient covenant place that was always darkened by the thunderous clouds above it. The legends say the area was cursed long ago but some vampires still called it home. 

"I haven't been here in ages," Max said wondering how the place survived all those years.

Deva parked in front of a club that looked like it belonged to the souls of the damned. 

"We'll have to blend in. They can't know who we are." Deva took out a blonde wig and conspicuously placed it on her head. 

She fixed herself in the mirror then turned to Max. "How do I look?" 

"Sexy. No one would suspect you as a blonde. That's for sure."

Deva tossed him a classic yet stylish hat that looked like it belonged to the 20s. He put it on and grinned like a little kid. "I'm going to look like a pimp." 

"I'm not so sure you could measure up to the title," she joked. 

He shook his head. "You just have no idea. No idea."

They both got out of the car and were instantly greeted by a tall mysterious figure. 

"You have got to be kidding me," Max exhaled.

"Oh Maxy Poo, I didnt know you were joining our little adventure." Sebastian smirked. 

Immediately Deva sensed the tension. "So I'm guessing you guys know each other."

"Oh yes," Max combed his hair. "We go back to prehistoric times."

Sebastian only laughed. "Oh, I see we're still holding grudges. There's no shame in sharing the same woman. I thought perhaps we even shared a bond through that experience."

Deva raised her brow, wanting some sort of explanation.

"Yes, if you consider taking my sloppy seconds a connection." Clearly Max was irritated by the subject.

"I didn't have to take anything. She left you once she knew she could have me." Sebastian dusted off his suit as if saying he was dusting off Max's jealousy. 

"Sorry to burst your bubble princess but she left because I let her leave. In all honesty I was getting tired of her."

Before they could go for another round Deva interrupted. "Okay ladies that's enough. It's time to go inside."

The boys put their differences to the side for the moment and made their way to the entrance. The massive line of people waiting to get in was ridiculous. They ignored the many death glares from the crowd as they headed to the front. 

The bouncer was tall with dark exotic olive skin. His green eyes were intimidating as he scanned their faces. Sebastian took a step forward and whispered into the mans ear. A few seconds later the bouncer opened the door for them to enter. 

Walking into the club Deva still felt the stare of the bouncer behind her. She had a suspicious gut instinct that he knew who she was. 

The neon lights and fog consuming the room only added to the atmosphere of sweating, glowing bodies of the swaying crowd. Cramming through the busy bodies they finally reached a vacant table towards the back. 

Both Max and Sebastian seemed to enjoy the display of half-naked women possessed by the high tempo music. 

"So how do we meet the club owner?" Deva said pulling the lust filled animals out of their trance. The club owner was the man accused of wanting to start the riot. 

Sebastian waved his hand to order them drinks. "He's a very busy man. The only way I could think of is to cause a scene. He doesn't allow fights in his clubs and I've heard he deals will rule breakers on his own."

It wasn't exactly what she had in mind but she wasn't going to back down now. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

Sebastian smiled seductively to a beautiful woman looking their way while lifting a drink to his lips.

Max shook his head, smirking. "She was looking at me."

Sebastian snorted. "Dude you're completely off your game. She was looking at me."

The woman danced sexually on the pole while gluing her eyes in their direction. Deva laughed, finishing her drink. "I'm pretty sure she was looking at me."

Deva took off into the crowd and like she predicted so did the woman who was staring at them.

Sebastian swallowed. "And I'm perfectly okay with that." 

Deva blended into the warm bodies as they synced to the sways of the music. Sebastian threw back the rest of his drink and stood up.

"Want to dance twinkle toes?"

By the expression on Max's face, he would rather die. "You have two left feet."

Sebastian waved away his comment and went towards the dance floor.  "Yet I can still kick more ass than you."

"All you're good for is taking my leftovers," Max said to his disappearing body. 

Deva turned to her left and spotted Sebastian close by dancing with a random blonde. The heat radiating off the crowds bodies made her feel like she was in a room filled with lycans. But the warmth they had only meant one thing. They were already filled with human blood. 

Only a few moments later and Deva was tired of the trashy scene. She was getting antsy and more than ready to start the show. She turned and clinched her claws into the muscular out stretched hand that was going for her butt. 

"Don't even think about it," she threatened. 

The handsome Italian looking man who wasn't even taken aback by her sudden feisty ways only grinned, bearing his white flashy teeth. "What would you do to stop me?" He inched his body closer as his thick accent echoed into her ear. 

From the corner of her eyes Deva noticed Max heading her way and Sebastian getting ready for whatever plan she was concocting. 

"Let's just say you'll be very sorry," she teased into the Italian mans ear to provoke him. Her intent was completely obvious. 

"I doubt that," he said while moving his hand to graze the skin on her neck. 

But before he could get any closer to her cleavage Sebastian yanked the Italian man's hand, twisting it uncomfortably. 

"Try touching her again and I rip your arm off." Sebastian shoved the man against the crowd. "Got it cupcake?"

The Italian man looked semi-calm, straightening his expensive suit. Deva expected that kind of a reaction from a man of his stature. She knew the man as the leader of one of the most devious mobs. They were known for secretly putting things under the rug so that the kingdom wouldnt hear of it. But the royals knew about everything and everyone. 

Five mobster men came out from the crowd like zombies out of an old horror movie. It was a given for a leader to have back up and Deva was counting on it. 

If the only way to meet the club owner was to make a scene, well then he was going to get the best fight scene of his life. 

"You really shouldn't have done that,"  the Italian mobster tautened. People surrounding them didn't even bother to move aside. "Now you're going to regret that, pumpkin."

Deva responded for Sebastian. "I doubt that." Her fist went fly, smashing hard onto the handsome Italian man's face. 

Now he was furious but that's how the fun began. Deva went back and forth between him and another one of his men. She used her ability and lycan skills to squash their every attempt.

The crowd then began to pull away as the fight unfolded. Sebastian jabbed his fist into one of the mobsters stomach, sending him back a few feet. Then another man came up from behind him, knocking Sebastian to his knees. 

Sebastian twisted his body, getting up quickly, and upper cut the man in the face. The man surprisingly took hold of his suit, ripping the fabric.

Infuriated, Sebastian toppled the man and began to punch him in the face repeatedly. "Tearing a man's suit, you're only asking for one thing," Sebastian exhaled. "An ass whipping."

When Sebastian's hand felt sore he pulled away. The man's now droopy face was bruised, swollen, and covered with blood.

Sebastian got up wiping his hand on the unconscious man's shirt. "You're going to need a license for being that ugly?"

Sebastian glanced to the side and tossed one of the iron chairs across the room to hit one of the men trying to sneak up behind Max. 

The chair smashed into Max's side before Sebastian could yell, "Duck."

Max rammed his fist into his attackers face then turned to glare at Sebastian.

"I should have yelled duck before I actually throw it. Sorry mate." He didn't think Max would move into its direct location.  

Max successfully took down both his opponents and decided to lend Sebastian a hand. Literally jabbing his fisted hand onto Sebastian's jaw. 

Sebastian sneered. 

"Sorry mate. I was trying to hit the other guy," Max snickered.

Sebastian beat down the last man standing before replying back. "Well brains aren't everything, in your case they're nothing."

"This coming from the guy who thinks makeup will cover up stupidity."

During their argument they were quickly surrounded by bouncers including the one from the door entrance. All three of them were dragged through the crowd while a small cleanup crew tried to salvage what was let of the club. 

The music soon blasted louder than before by the time they reached the top of the stairs were they figured the boss was watching from. The room was large and decorated lavishly, with a perfect view of the dance floor. 

A man with slicked back blonde hair turned to face them in his large leather chair. His jaw was set and renewed with years of wisdom in his eyes.  

"Quite the commotion you three have caused." He stood. His quick movements were graceful, skills acquired through decades,

The owner briefly looked Deva's way then moved in to better examine Sebastian's face. "You look familiar."

"Yes. I'm sure you've seen many models before in your life." Sebastian's arrogant glow was entertaining but was it enough to distract the owner from the real problem. 

The owner didn't look surprised, just questionable. "You're a model?"

"Supermodel," Sebastian corrected.

The owner shook his head. "No that's not it." He yanked Sebastian's face to the side. "You have a strange resemblance to Prince Sebastian."

"Do I? I always thought he was much handsomer than me."

The owner's sadistic laugh echoed through the room. Then the impact of his hand clashing with Sebastian's face replaced it. 

"If he were the Prince, don't you think that last move was a really bad idea?" Deva said getting out of the strong grip the bouncer had on her. She used her ability to force the massive bouncer to the ground with a headache. 

"What's going on here," the owner shouted to the man lying on the ground in agony. "Scott, get up and do your f***ing job. Hold her down."

"Scott can't exactly hear you right now. He's having the life sucked out of him," Deva explained. 

The confused and vulnerable owner finally put two and two together. "You're the Queen."

She nodded, satisfactorily. The men scattered about the room, trying to make a run for it.

"Sebastian, stop them." 

Like a glitch in time, everything froze. The men's bodies were stuck like statues. Max hurried to the owner made him face Deva.

"It's all you now," Sebastian inquired. 

Deva waited till she had the owner's full attention. He was trying so hard to fight it, the force holding him down, but it would do him no good. 

"When do you plan on attacking?" There was no point beating around the bush. He knew the only reason the Queen would come to him was to protect the lycans.

The owner resisted for a brief painful moment but the torture overwhelmed him. "In a week."

"And who is leading this attack?"

He shook his head, again resisting her ability. But her wrath was like a deadly infection. It was quick and extremely lethal when she wanted it to be. 

"I am," he shouted.

But the way he said it made her question it. 

"I don't believe an idiot like him is capable of leading an attack, especially against us." Max voiced his opinion. "He has to be working with someone else."

"I agree," Sebastian added.

"Tell me who else you're working with otherwise I'll see to it your bones turn into dust." Deva threatened. 

"I don't know. I don't know his name. We haven't even met. Our conversations are done over the phone." The owner trembled out. 

Deva threw a chair, smashing it to bits against the wall. 'He's telling the truth," she forced out in frustration. 

"Then what do you want to do next?"

Deva forced her foot down on the owners calf till she heard a crack. "You're going to call this partner of yours and call off the attack because if you don't I will let those lycans you wish to kill feast on the bones of your corpse. Do you understand?"

The owner shook his head.

The three of them moved passed the still figures to reach the door. "Don't think about running away. We'll find you, no matter where you go."

Outside of the club Deva didn't feel any better having the wind hit her face. She was disappointed and it gave her no comfort. 

"Well that was fun," Sebastian decided to break the ice. 

"Was it more fun than getting your nails done, princess?"

Max's comment didn't affect him. "Not as much fun as having your sister wait for me at home."

Max looked like he was ready for round two in the fighting ring. 

Taking a deep breath Deva caught a big scent of iron and knew something was up. The blood smell wasnt coming from the club. 

"You two can touch each other later. Do you smell that?"

They both took big whiffs of the air. "Blood."

"A lot of blood."

They began to run in the direction of the smell. It was late. Blood was common but not the amount they were smelling, not in the streets. 

Several guards were crowded in a circle, hiding the scene from their sights. Deva pushed her way through and gasped. It was something she had never seen before or could ever imagine. 

A boy who looked to be no older than ten was hunched over two bodies, his mouth covered with their blood. It was such an unusual sight. The boy was undoubtedly a vampire but he was much too young. He should have been human. Vampirism doesnt take affect till their teenage years. 

The guards moved in closer, with no intent but to kill the boy. Deva watched as the boy raised his beautiful blue-grey eyes to her. He was scared and lost in all sense of the world. 

"Stop!" Adamarius' commanding voice came out of nowhere. The guards halted.

The little boy sat still, silently crying. 

Adamarius went to stand in front of the child and turned to Deva. "Deva you must stop your men. This child is innocent and alone. He knows no better."

She believed him. "Who is he?"

Adamarius hesitated. "I can't tell you just yet."

"What do you mean?"

Adamarius ignored her. He bent down to pick up the boy. His little body was trembling with fear. "Shhh little one. You're going to be alright."

Deva decided to do as he said and told the guards to stand down. 

"But my Queen the child has killed more than five innocents. He's unstable and-"

"And I will deal with him myself." She spoke, leaving them with no room to question her. The guards left, giving them some privacy because she needed answers. 

"A vampire child?" Max moved in to get a better look. "How's that possible?"

Adamarius handed the child to Deva. She opened her arms to the weeping child. His pale smooth skin and familiar jaw structure made her mind swarm with ideas. The boys hair looked brown in the distance but up close it was red tinted. 

"Marius, who's child is this?" Deva could only assume and God she hoped she was wrong.

"I can't explain now. Take him home Deva." Adamarius was quick to avoid her question. And before she could make him stop he was out of sight. 

It didn't make any sense. Yet there was no way she was going to leave the boy. He didnt know any better. It was as if he didn't know what he was. Perhaps he didn't. He was too young to comprehend such thoughts. 

"Come on Deva. Let's go."

The child had finally stopped crying due to the car ride home. Deva wiped his tears away. "What's your name?"

"Joshua," he answered.

"Are you alright Joshua? Are you hurt?"

Joshua shook his tiny head. "No. I'm just scared. I'm sorry. I did...I don't know what's wrong with me."

Deva's heart melted. "Everything is going to be okay now. I promise. You don't have to be scared anymore."

His little arms hugged her neck and it so reminded her of Alcide. The boy was somebody's child. How could they abandon something so precious? It was sick and twisted only adding to Deva's aggravation. 

It was strange for the family to see Deva walking in with a random child in her arms. 

Marcus was the first to ask, "Deva what is going on?"

Max responded for her. "We found him sitting in a pool of blood, next to two lifeless bodies."

"Deva?" Darius came up behind her. "Is the child okay?"

"Quite," Sebastian imposed. "The child was the one draining them to lifeless."

Julia stood up, hands clasped onto her out stretched belly. "How is that possible? He's just a child."

Joshua was hiding his face in Deva's shoulder. The situation was more than Deva could even explain.

"Unless he is of royal blood." Sebastian had time to think it through.

Lucian and Elle then entered the room, after hearing brief parts of their conversation. Alcide was the only one missing and she was grateful for that. 

"Have you ever heard of a royal abandoning their child?" Izzy dismissed the idea. 

"Only children with royalty in their veins develop their abilities sooner than normal vampire births. It's the only explanation."

"They said he killed more than five innocents. Obviously he wasn't looked after properly," Max still couldn't wrap his head around it. 

"He was confused and scared when we found him," Deva said looking into her husband's eyes. He wasn't saying anything. 

Darius was still. She wasn't sure if it was from shock or if she was contemplating something in his head. Deva shifted her arms so she could get Joshua to finally look up at them. 

"He has your eyes," Deva whispered staring directly towards him. She wanted to see Darius' reaction. 

Soon the whole family saw the resemblance too. 

Deva's heart was breaking at the only real explanation. Ten years ago Deva and eight other girls were brought to the castle. There was only one account where Darius was with another. The redhead named Amber who claimed she was pregnant with his child. 

But those rumors were put to rest. Deva was so sure it wasn't Darius' . How could it be possible? 

The doors opened and in came Adamarius. The tension grew quick in the air. It was almost shocking how Darius wasn't going for his throat. 

"What are you doing here?" Lucian went to stand in front of him to stop his attempt of getting closer. This was not a night to settle quarrels. 

"I'm here for the boy."

"Then he's your son?" Julia asked.

The family anxiously awaited his answer but something told Deva he wasn't. 

"No," Adamarius replied. "But Darius would know?"

All eyes were on Darius now. Darius clinched his jaw together. "I don't know what youre talking about."

"You don't?" Adamarius taunted.

"Shut up!!!" Darius shouted like a madman. He was getting aggravated and Deva knew that only meant one thing. He was hiding something from her. 

Joshua squirmed in her arms so she held onto him tighter. Deva went to the door knowing a maid would be close by. "Martha, I need you to give this child a bath then put him to sleep."

"Yes, my lady."

Martha reached for Joshua but he wouldn't let go of Deva. "No, please don't leave me."

Deva rubbed his back. "Shh don't worry. Martha is a very nice lady. She's going to let you rest. I know you're very tired."

"Come with me," he pleaded. 

The trials he must have gone through to became so scared and guarded. "There's no need to be afraid anymore. You're safe. I promise."

Joshua nodded before reluctantly letting go and disappearing up the stairs. Whatever the resolute of the night, it was going to be tough on everyone. 

"Is that Amber's child? Amber and Darius' child?" Marcus hated to ask but everyone was wandering it. 

"I don't know," Deva whispered. 

Darius panicked hearing the doubt in his wife's voice. He stared her down, bearing his soul to her. "Yes Deva you do know. You were there. You know this child isn't mine."

Deva shut her eyes and thought back to that time. It was clear as day. Amber's denial of Darius being the father was true. It couldnt be him.

"Who's the father of this child then? Who's the father to Amber's child?" 

Darius was quiet. Answering Deva's question and jeopardizing everything was killing him. Deva didnt want to force the answer out of him. She wouldn't do that.

"Marius, who's the father?"

Adamarius' eyes were locked on Darius. He hesitated but answered anyway. "Lucian." 

"Lair!!!" Lucian was outraged. "I never touched that woman in my life."

How could it be? It didn't make any sense. Deva was positive it wasnt him. She had never really seen them together. Yet it was now all such a blur trying to think back to it all. 

"How's that even possible?" Max confused as ever was sure Lucian wasn't the father. 

"Darius would you like to take it from here?" 

What would Darius know about this? Deva wondered. 

"Lucian you are my brother and I love you," Darius' display of affect was only adding to his character. "Ten years ago I was a very foolish and selfish man."

"Aren't we all?" Sebastian's comments were not helping.

"I was in love without really knowing it. Deva was someone I needed. Someone I would have done anything to be with." Darius' shout his eyes. "I was blinded by my own desires. Lucian forgive me."

"What have you done brother?" Lucian moved in closer. "What did you do?"

"I used my ability to make you think Amber was Deva. Then you took her to bed." It was painful for him to even say.

"It can't be true," Lucian stared into his beloved, Elle's eyes. "Why can't I remember any of it then?"

Adamarius continued the rest. "I made you forget."

"Why?" Lucian was furious, with every right to be.

"Darius had done you wrong. It was only right for him to take the fall." 

"Now you're playing big brother." Marcus intervened. "It was the perfect opportunity for you to come in and sweep Deva off her feet, if Darius was out of the picture that is."

"Yes well that was a plus." Adamarius admitted.

"You knew. This whole time, you knew?" Lucian's strand voice echoed about the room like a weak plague onto Darius.

"No. I took his memory of it too. After he realized what he had done, I didn't think it was necessary for him to dwell on his mistake more than he really needed too." Adamarius made him pay for it anyway.

"So the child, he's Lucian's son." Elle finally broke her silence. Deva was sure it was devastating for her to hear. 

Adamarius nodded and everything went quiet.

"And I thought I had a screwed up family," Sebastian couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Lucian I-" Darius was cut off.

"Don't, nothing you say will change this. You knew exactly what you were doing. I have no doubt of that. You just couldn't stand it, someone liking me more than you, so you made damn sure I had no chance." Lucian needed to get it all out. "You're no brother of mine."

Lucian walked off before he did something he regretted. Darius was King now, there wasn't much he could do to him. 

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