Finally, he had let everything off his chest. Arian felt good telling Raya all that had happened. At least now she understood him.

Thanks to the Goddess, she and her son were safe.

It was good to finally know the sex of her child, and yet, the knowledge burned like acid in her chest. The baby was almost snatched from her even before birth.

Raya wasn’t going to sit still like Arian wanted her to.

Not after everything, not after her sister’s death.

“Are you sure?” Arian asked, reaching out to grab her hands.

“Yes. I have questions, and they need answers.”

“Raya,” he started, eyes searching hers, “There’s no...