~HUNTER'S POV~
The first gray light of dawn crept through my bedroom windows, finding me exactly where I had been for the past four hours….sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor.
I hadn't even attempted sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Caesar's tears and heard Celine's voice calling me cold and calculating.
Every time I tried to find a comfortable position, my mind replayed the moment she had compared me to my mother.
The worst part? She was right.
I stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the servant quarters where my son was sleeping.
The irony wasn't lost on me….I had been so worried about Caesar carrying on the Reid name that I had forgotten what that name actually meant to people like Celine.
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