Kaelen POV
This place is about to become a madhouse soon.
I stand at the window of my study, staring at the damaged garden. The white flowers are trampled. The arch is broken. Chairs lie scattered like fallen soldiers. The wedding was supposed to be here. Now it looks like a battlefield.
I know that any time from now, my mother could be here.
She called this morning. Her voice was sharp. Angry. Not at me. At Henderson. At the Russians. At anyone who dared to ruin her son's wedding.
"I am coming," she said. "Do not try to stop me."
I did not try. Stopping my mother is like stopping a storm.
A knock sounds on the door, interrupting my thoughts.
"Come in," I say. I never take my eyes away from the window.
The door opens. Naomi walks in. She carries Elena in her arms. The baby is awak
