Author’s POV.
Sarah sat on her bed, her hands trembling. Her thoughts were coiled up, dragging her back to a time she had fought to erase from memory. She couldn't help thinking about that child—Liam—with his startling likeness to Nathan, but she wouldn't let herself go there.
There was a knock at the door and Sarah snapped upright, trying to hide the turmoil that wracked her body. “Yes?”
A young maid stepped in, carrying a tray of fresh linens. Sarah gestured for her to stop and asked, “The boy’s food earlier… you’re sure there was no Talic in it?”
The maid nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Miss. The Alpha specifically ordered us not to add Talic to any of his meals. He said the boy is allergic to it.”
Sarah froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Allergic to Tallic? She felt a chill
