Maurice.
Four years ago.
I stood in front of the dresser with my hands trembling so badly, I could barely hold my phone. Soon, the phone clattered to the floor but before I could pick it up, the door slammed open and Malakai stepped in looking all majestic in his dirty work attire due to his rigorous training.
His eyes, as soon as he stepped into the room, traveled from my face to the phone on the floor but before I could pick up the accursed object, he frowned and growled;
"Stop."
But I did not want to stop. I did not want to leave the phone there, knowing just who he was.
My limbs trembled with the desperate need to hide my phone, to hide the text which Ragnar had sent to me. The words on the screen had been short… brief. It read:
I need you, Maurice. I need to see you. It is urgent. Will you give me the chance to meet you? And our daughter?
