Elira's POV

“You have to wait, Elira; try to understand.”

I slapped Aiden's hand off me. “Understand?” I scoffed, “My son is out there in the claws of enemies, and you think I should try to understand?”

“Amara is trying her best; I've given her the information already.”

“I don't care about that,” my blood spiked, my hands dancing on my legs as it took every nerve in me to control myself. They have him. They took him away from me. I barely even held him.”

I blinked rapidly as I thought of everything they could be doing to him. He was just a baby. A small baby. He barely...