Chapter 12
He'd helped her hide the pregnancy, bribing guards and medical staff to keep records sealed. He'd been there the night she gave birth in the prison infirmary, holding her hand through every contraction, every scream she'd had to muffle so no one would hear. He'd taken Rhysand home that same night, a tiny bundle wrapped in blankets, and raised him as if he were his own son.
For five years, Dante had sacrificed his own life—his own chance at relationships, at building a family of his own—to care for a child that wasn't biologically his. He'd learned to change diapers and mix formula, had walked the floors at three in the morning with a colicky infant, had celebrated first words and first steps without Ravyn there to share the joy.
And he'd never once asked for anything in retur
