Damien came back inside the room to check on Viona's condition. She was asleep with a faint mark of tiredness on her face. Her hairs were sprawled across the pillow. The view was something that Damien adored much.

Marcus's words rang inside his subconscious. If Viona was capable of handling a Witch's power, the fact only defined one possible thought. He didn't know his mate fully yet.

Damien swallowed back those uncomfortable feelings inside his lungs. Making his way towards her bedside, he tucked on her body in a comfortable position. Viona groaned between her sleep and rolled on other side.

As she felt Damien's palm on her stomach, she...