Oberon’s POV
The anticipation humming in my chest was almost embarrassing. It had only been a week since I’d seen my daughter, yet the ache of her absence clung to me like a second skin. Not that I’d ever admit it to her—no, never. Lia was exactly where she needed to be, and if she caught even a hint of loneliness in me, she'd come rushing back home without a second thought.
I couldn’t allow that. Her journey was her own. My happiness wasn’t her burden to bear. I’d learn to adapt to the silence of the house. And besides, Blood Moon wasn’t off-limits—I could visit anytime.
A knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts, and I practically leapt from my chair, heart lurching at the thought that Lia might’ve arrived early to surprise me. But the moment I reached the door, reason returned. S
