Cassian POV
The moment Leo's grin registered, something in my chest cracked open, warm and guilty all at once.
"Leo." I crossed the room in three strides and dropped to a crouch. I gathered him up into my arms before he could stumble further into the office on his own uncertain footing. He came willingly, small arms wrapping around my neck, and I pressed a hand to the back of his head, breathing him in. That particular, achingly familiar scent of my son, warm and clean and alive. "I'm sorry, little wolf. I forgot, didn't I? It's the weekend."
He pulled back just far enough to look at me, and the accusation in his dark eyes was answer enough. Saturday. Our day. Ever since I'd brought him home. I'd carved out one day each week that belonged entirely to him. No council meetings. No border
