Axle's POV
I sat in my study, staring blankly at the documents spread out before me. The pages blurred together, words turning into meaningless lines of black ink.
My elbows rested on the edge of the desk, hands steeled beneath my chin as my mind wrestled with a truth I didn't want to face.
I was beginning to regret bringing her here.
Narda.
I had told myself it was only for Liam. That my son needed someone gentle, someone with a nurturing touch. Someone who I believed looked like his mother… But now… now, she was getting not just too close to Liam but to me. Too embedded. Too irreplaceable.
And it was driving me mad.
The study door was slightly ajar, and from where I sat, I could hear the faint sounds of laughter drifting down the hallway. Liam's giggles were light
