The baby in the crib started crying.
Alaric picked up the infant, his face showing nothing, his silver eyes cold as he looked down at the child who would die in place of Darius's child.
'Forgive me.'
Whoosh
He teleported back.
The woman had collapsed against the table, her aged form barely able to support itself.
Little Crimson lay crying weakly, his small body exhausted from whatever she'd done.
Alaric set the servant's child down beside him.
"The Bloodworth markers you removed from your son."
His voice was quiet.
"Can you transfer them to this baby?"
Her eyes widened, understanding cutting through the haze of pain.
If enemies were tracking Bloodworth blood, they needed someone who would register as the target. They already knew there was a Bloodworth inside this portal.
Fresh tears poured down her face as she looked at the innocent child.
"I'm sorry..."
Her voice cracked.
"I'm so sorry... Please forgive me... I'm damning you... I'm sorry..."
