Cronan’s POV
By all rights, it was a close call.
Too close.
In Violet’s mind I could see the memory of our child in the hands of my father and despite the actual outcome, the image had been unsettling for me. The smile of victory on his face, the smug expression he’d worn when Violet hadn’t been able to reach her baby—it was nothing like the terror that followed, the regret, the fear. And Zechariah had walked right through Ana’s force field unhindered when her own mother hadn’t been able to break through. Even though I was grateful that he’d been able to catch her, there was a sinking feeling in my gut that their closeness between them really would be inevitable.
Standing in the room with the bodies, I saw again that Aurelia had her chest ripped open.
A direct hi
