Marcus did not move, he held onto his mate close. He felt her tears, and each of them was like someone was stabbing him. His rage died down to the pain of those tears, and his loss started to take hold of him more. He his own pain mixed with the pain that he was feeling from Vivian. But he did nothing, he just waited for her to move, for her to pick what the next action was. When she finally moved away from him, he saw her face. It was matted with hair from her pressing her face into his chest. But he could see that she was already much better looking then before. Even the pain that was painted on her face look better then what ever was effecting her before. When Vivian turned to face her father, Marcus looked up at him. He was holding out his child in his hands, like he had been for a while now. But he watched and Vivian reached for the little thing. As soon as she seemed to have him safely in her hands he saw her strike her father. He was sure a daughter like her had never did that to her father, and it pulled a growl deep from inside of him. It was a treat that if Corbin raise a hand to defend himself he would have him to deal with again.<br/><br/>He watched as Vivian just held the small child in her hands. He could barely make out a few features, it seemed to have black feather on his body, and wings already. He did not know how something so small was going to kill her. But Corbin's words seemed to be ringing more truth as more time passed. Then Corbin spoke to Vivian. He said it was all to protect her and the three inside of her. Marcus felt a surge of rage come as the words started to sink in. His body heat started to raise, but then he looked at the long black hair on the back of Vivian's head, and he stopped. She was the one that was going to decide what was going to happen to her father. Marcus would follow her choice right down to the letter if he needed to. But it looked like she was not even listening to him at all. He moved a little closer to her, and bent down and nudged her on the back of her shoulder blade. He did not want to anger her now, but his need to have Corbin punished for his actions was eating away at his being.