KILLIAN.
I couldn't stop staring at Lia. Aldric's words still hung in the underground passage like smoke after a fire—"They were never coming for Leo. They came into this pack for her." My daughter stood pressed against Marta's side, one small hand gripping the older woman's dress so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Leo stood in front of her, naked after his shift and barely able to stay on his feet, but he refused to move. His small chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes still fierce even though exhaustion was clearly taking over.
"Get him upstairs," I told Darian, my voice rough. "Have the healer check him over."
Leo shook his head quickly. "No. The bad man grabbed her. I have to stay. Mummy isn't here to protect her."
His words cut straight through the anger boiling inside me.
