Evenly nodded, and then she walked to him and held out the sleeping boy to him. "Hold him for me for a moment," she said, wanting to remove the blanket from the bed so he could use it on the floor. But Rav stared at the sleeping baby without moving to take him, his face turning hard as he stepped back, away from the innocent child she held out for him to hold.
Evenly belatedly realized her mistake again. This man had something against this baby, or perhaps against all babies. She remembered another reason she did not like him, and a cold look crossed her eyes as she moved past him and put Angel down on the couch he had vacated. She then walked back to the bed, jerking the blanket off the mattress along with a pillow, and threw them at his face. He caught them in his arms before they could fall to the floor.
"Make sure you make your bedding away from us. That way you won’t feel the presence of the innocent baby in the room, and you can sleep perfectly," she said, her words carrying clear disgust in her voice as she brushed past him. She went for Angel, picked him up gently, and he nestled against her chest, still sleeping peacefully.
"I will make sure to remember never to hand you to someone who doesn’t like you next time," she whispered to Angel, stroking his hair as she walked back to the bed to lay him down.
Rav heard her words, and he felt a sharp stab in his chest at her claim that he disliked the baby. He stared at her as she went ahead and blew out the candles in the room without even waiting for him to spread the blankets, plunging the space in pure darkness.
Not knowing why he needed to make her understand that he did not dislike Angel, when he had never felt the need to explain his actions to anyone, Rav found himself saying, "I don’t dislike him, my lady. Holding him only reminds me of what I have lost. It brings back memories of the people I lost and could never bring back...my son."
He didn’t wait for her reply and began to jerkily spread the blankets on the floor, which still carried her scent, on the floor beside the couch.
Evenly, however, stilled at his words just as she was attempting to lay down on her pillow. She turned toward him in the dark with a frown.
He had a son? She had never actually thought there was a reason he didn’t like holding Angel. Because of how Josh never truly liked children for any reason other than wanting an heir, she always compared Rav’s avoidance to him. Josh had always seemed to hate holding even his little relatives when they visited for events, he would shoo them away and then clean his hands thoroughly after touching any of them.
Whenever Rav moved away from Angel, she saw the image of Josh and her hatred rekindled. She had never thought there could be a reason behind it, especially since she never actually forgave Rav for what he had done to her after turning her into a vampire.
Laying down slowly against her pillow, Evenly stared into the darkness in silence. It was already midnight, but she knew sleep was the last thing she would find after recovering from Angel taking blood from her.
"What happened to him?" Evenly asked after a long moment of silence. "Your son, I mean."
She had asked the question out of curiosity and remorse, but as the silence stretched on she doubted he would answer. She was already giving up on hearing his reply when his quiet, hoarse voice finally came from the darkness.
"He died..."
Evenly felt a sharp stab of pity pierce her chest. She had lost a child too, and she knew the feeling of it. She had lived many nights crying for that loss, blaming herself for it. But the child she had lost was born without life, while him...he must have held his son in his arms, carried him as a baby, only to lose him. The pain must have been double what she had felt.
"I am sorry," she whispered, truly meaning it this time. "How old was he?" she asked softly.
Rav was silent for a while before replying, "Five years...he was killed on the day he turned five."
He had never told anyone about his family, not even his master. Not because he didn’t want to, but because no one had ever asked. Now that someone finally had, he felt his heart ache anew. His throat seemed to close in on him, but he pushed the emotions back.
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