"Mama, I wish to leave here..." Sander said when we were in the tub to take a bath. "It's been three days..."

I combed his wet golden wavy hair. "I told you we can't, Sander. This place is heavily guarded," I said softly.

"But I do not want to see Papa..." He hugged me. "He hurt you... I did not know that sire is my father. Now, I know why he said that he was guarding his son while his Mama was at work... I am sorry, Mama."

I released a sigh. "It is fine. You did not know. He was in disguise and wanted to get close to you...