I was hoping that he focused on the look on my face, rather than listening to my hurtful words. He gradually closed his eyes and bowed his head. I watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek and dropped down onto my arm. My heart sank when I lowered him back down to the floor and he whispered,

“I love you, Fi.”

I wanted nothing more in that moment than to throw myself into his arms and scream from the rooftops that I loved him too. But if we stood any chance of escaping, I needed to keep Azael happy, and distract his curious mind. We needed his son's...