Aria watched the man as he struggled to rise.
She held the baby to her chest as he coughed up blood.
She knew that this was the man she had initially seen in the village.
The very same one whom she had slapped at the market.
knowing what she knew, seeing what she had seen.
The man who had viciously attacked her whilst the baby wept.
Or, the very man whom she had first seen with the baby, she didn’t know who to trust anymore.
Perhaps this was the child’s father.
Aria looked at the man and then back at the child; they didn’t share any resemblance.
Something within her told him he wasn’t, and yet he was something close to the child.
She couldn’t place a finger on whether he was good or bad.
"Give me the child." The man struggled.
His hair was mashed with blood, and from the looks of it, it was most likely not his.
As he rose to his feet, his right hand held his side firmly.
The blood seeped out, and Aria instantly remembered him fighting the attacker.
She couldn’t recall him getting that cut from him.
It made her wonder who else he had been fighting.
Where he had even gotten that cut from.
This was not a place for a child.
"Where is its mother?" She demanded from him, her cold hands trembling.
She had barely been able to attack the first attacker.
She doubted that she would be able to survive any attack from him, despite his wounds
And yet stubbornness wouldn’t let her refrain from defending the child.
He gave a cold smile, and his eyes showed danger. "And what gives you the right to ask such a question?"
She swallowed, but refused to let on that she was terrified to the bone.
"Because a mother would never let her baby, who is barely a month old, into the arms of a dangerous man," Aria said carelessly.
The mention of the word ’*Mother*’ seemed to instantly infuriate him because the color in his eyes flashed with danger, and she cautiously took a step back.
But the man still didn’t attack.
Rather, he gave a lucid smile. "Foolish woman. I can kill you instantly. Tear you into two."
"Then why haven’t you?" She asked.
His smile fell instantly, and despite his cut, he rose to his feet, towering over.
She swallowed hard.
"You have a sharp mouth." He spoke. "And a very unwise brain that should tell you not to meddle in affairs that do not concern you. Hand over the boy, and I will let you live."
Aria breathed heavily.
The baby was sound asleep.
She knew there was nothing she could do to protect him from this man.
The motherly instinct in her wept for this child.
She felt a surge of milk in her breasts, and soon the baby began to cry.
It was amazing.
She wasn’t the child’s mother
"Please, where is its mother?" She pleaded in agony. "He is hungry, and it’s cold. If you cared about him, you would understand this."

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