She slammed combat-level shields around herself before they made any sort of connection. “It’s not our time yet, little one.” The temptation to poke his tiny snub nose with a finger almost overwhelmed her, but she could not risk direct physical contact, even if her own energy longed for it.
“What did you say?” Lyra reentered the front room, tying her dressing gown closed. Without waiting for an answer, she held out her arms and collected her son. “Sorry about that. You have perfect timing. I was desperate for the toilet, but he screams whenever I try to set him down.”
“Glad I could help.” Toria fidgeted as Lyra settled into the over-stuffed cushions of a brand-new sofa, arranging pillows until she cradled the baby just so in her arms. “He’s adorable. Did you settle on a name?”
“Kojo Jun
