Ninety five.

Damien’s POV

It had to be it, my child was communicating with me in some kind of panic, his crying taking over and the pain I feel is almost unbearable. I hadn’t felt as bad as this since Irina had disappeared, the pain taking over the dull ache until I could barely move. Sweat started pouring off of me as I tried to move. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“Us!” Aidan pants between his breaths

“Where’s mommy?” The child cries through the link and I just about pull myself back together to reply.

“What do you see?” I didn’t know if the child would be able to understand or process anything with his newborn eyes.

“Someone is carrying me, it’s cold”

I was heartbroken, not just for me or the child but for Irina, someone had taken the child from her!

“Trees?”

“No but I hear something, something underneath me, water maybe. It’s cold, it’s touching me”

His words were followed by silence, the pain in my stomach tearing me apart. We’re they trying to drown my child?

The room around me