Zac’s pov
I turned as she came tearing in, crying down her face, a wailing press of herself against my knees, the tight grip of her little hands on the cloth of my pants.
“My mommy,” she cried. “Where’s my mommy? I want… I want my mommy. Please!”
The sound broke me. I sighed and crouched down to look at her.
“Your mom just went to get something. Something small. She’ll be right back. Stop crying now Zara. I’ll go get her princess, I promise.”
Her large eyes peered up at my face, wet and full of hope. “You’ll bring her?”
“Yep.”
She nodded as she stepped away with the maids coming to take her in.
“Thank you,” she said.
I watched until she disappeared. My chest ached. A child's voice shouldn’t sound that broken.
When she’d left, I turned back to my beta. “Get the guards together. I
