Cassian's pov
It's been months since Aria left the estate and the silence became louder than the cries of my wailing heir.
Elena stepped in quietly, a bundle wrapped in her arms.
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair.
“Not now,” I muttered.
She ignored me.
“He needs to see you,” Elena said softly.
I turned slowly looking at the image of the mother of my child. I stopped in front of Elena, staring down at the small, fragile thing in her arms. Dark hair. Quiet. Unaware of the mess he'd been born into.
Something twisted in my chest.
“He has your eyes,” Elena whispered.
I didn’t respond.
Because all I could think was…Aria should have been here.
Not this.
Not any of this.
I thought time would heal me, maybe help me get rid of this crazy obsession over her.
It didn'
