Chapter 146

[1750 B.C.]

Calisto's POV

I could not sleep.

My eyes weighed and weighed, but I could not sleep - because there, in my arms -, there was a fragile being who did not seem able to open his eyes again.

Whenever everything was cloudy and sleep pulled me down, I saw myself awakening in fright and looking at him.

Checking.

Checking to see if he was still alive, if he was still breathing.

It was every day, every second - more complicated to watch, to watch.

"You should rest," Azrael told me one night, his eyes sharply in pain as he stared at the child, my child.

"How?" I heard myself ask, Loren’s sleeping face was so pale I had to put my fingers close to her nostrils to make sure he was still alive.

"Samael is good" he said hoping to console me, but it didn’t work.

How would it work?

"Then why haven’t we heard from you?" I practically growled, my hands closed in fists, tears burning in my eyes "I sent letters and more