Kiera's P.O.V.
I sat on the couch, Caelum nestled against my chest, his tiny hand curled around a strand of my hair. His breathing was soft, steady, his small frame rising and falling in a slow rhythm. My heart swelled at the sight, at the warmth of him in my arms.
We had won.
The Harbinger was gone. The night had ended in our favor. And somehow, my son—**my little miracle—**had played a part in that.
I ran a hand gently down his back, my lips brushing against the top of his head. He had done something, something powerful. That giggle of his, the way the air had rippled—it hadn’t been ordinary. It had been magic.
Lilith had assured me that no enemy would be able to touch him. That he could protect himself. But knowing that and seeing it firsthand were two very different things.
I did
