“Morgan,” Knight cut in from behind me. “You’re forgetting something. The child … Galath … didn’t need the elixir. You still have it to be used.” “How could I have forgotten!” I cried out, eyes bulging with realization. “There was just so much to absorb—I wasn’t thinking.” I juggled Galath ineptly, being centuries since I’d held a baby, as I tried to grip the vial inside my shirt. “Here, let me,” offered Knight. I slowed my movements but didn’t offer up the child. “Are you sure?” If it had been a while since I’d held a baby, it had to have been eons for Knight. Not just that, but I was reticent to let Galath out of my arms. I trusted Knight, but I’d only just gotten my son back. “Yes, Morgan, I’m sure,” he said dryly, the first hint of humor resurfacing in his eyes. I finally acquiesced an
