His gaze darted around in confusion before returning to me. “I thought when you said there was a child, you had moved on.” “Moved on? Moved on from what?” “I didn’t know how to tell you.” He paused, his mouth opening and closing with uncertainty. “I remembered Guin turning me, but I also remembered the day we first met in the garden—the smell of the flowers and the way your long golden hair waved in the wind.” “What are you saying? We met in my bedroom when you were turned back into a man.” “No, that wasn’t the first time.” His wide eyes met mine. “It’s me, Lance. I mean, I was Lancelot.” I stumbled back a step, hugging Galath securely to my chest. “Why are you doing this?” I breathed. “All the memories, they were too much to process at first. Then in the boat, when you said you had a chil
