Chapter 65

"She is already injured. She cannot harm you anymore," I interrupt Leo as I pull his gaze away from Lily and to me. I begin to plead with my eyes. "She has a daughter. A daughter needs her mother," I comment, feeling mercy run through my body, wanting to give Lily the chance to raise her daughter. I would want to be able to raise my child if I could, I would beg whoever I could to be able to raise my child.  "Nixon didn't give us that choice. He killed you and our unborn child." "You tried to take away Nixon's own wife and unborn child as well. Do you not see the parallels in our stories?" I argue, raising a valid question.  "She cannot survive the way back."  We look to Lily, seeing her hunched over as her hands become covered in her own crimson blood, small pools of it beginning to run to the floor. He's right, I injured her badly, I dug my claws deeply into her torso.  "Leave," Lily whispers, her voice broken as I look