Grace's POV.
Rhyder pulled his head back slightly. A strange, dark shadow flashed behind his eyes.
I swallowed hard as I turned my head to look at Tate.
He was standing in the doorway - hair a mess, pj's turned around, and rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hands.
Rhyder cleared his throat and stepped away from me. His frame went rigid, his jaw tightened. The passion and want from mere seconds earlier completely forgotten.
He looked at Tate for a long moment, taking in the miniature version of himself who was staring up at him with curious eyes.
Then, Rhyder looked over at me. realization dawning in his eyes.
He looked at Tate again.
Then at me again.
The rage from earlier returned to his eyes. They blazed dangerously. But behind the rage was something much worse - somet
