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Eventually he was spotted. Those hairs in the back of their neck must have notified them of his presence, that something was stalking them at a distance. He was not disuaded by being discovered. Instead, he continued his approach until they were close enough to speak comfortably. The expecting mother spoke with a neutral tone, and in turn, so did Rose.

Yes. As promised. His tone was hushed but loud, commanding to be heard and yet oddly gentle. Like the quiet before the storm he watched Cupid carefully with that ever watchful, single, eye. Did they think he would not follow through? That maybe he would forget his promise to rip away that child of theirs as soon as they breathed air?

He had every intention of killing Cupid today if necessary.

For the child's sake.