Kyle's POV
I wanted to stop her.
I wanted to grab her wrist, spin her around, and force her to look at me. To acknowledge the ache in my chest. To see the war raging inside me, tearing me from the inside out.
The urge to do that nearly consumed me whole. But I didn’t.
Instead, I stood there, frozen, watching as she walked away with him.
With my son in another man’s arms.
The rage in my veins was almost unbearable, scorching hot.
I didn’t know what I hated more, the fact that she had another man beside her, with his hand on her waist or the fact that she had allowed him to care for my child.
My hands curled into fists.
How could she do this?
How could she let another man hold Zareon, raise him when I was right here? When I was alive? When I was more than capable?
I wasn’t some de
