LUCIAN'S POV
I have never seen so much hatred directed at me as I saw today on my son's face. That look chilled my blood, and to believe it was coming from a child.
Diana and I stood outside the kids room, in pure silence. It had taken a while to calm them down, and they quickly got tired and drifted off to sleep. Diana leaned on the wall, her hands planted on her knees. Her hair fell over her face, hiding her from view. But I didn't need to see her face to know what she was going through. I moved closer to her and pulled her into my arms.
Her body trembled and she held onto me, her face pressed in my chest. I rested my chin on her crown, her hair tickling my face.
Declan. He had a hand in this. And if Amanda did too...than this was more annoying than I thought it was. For the first
