~Kade~
Layla’s eyes flickered behind her closed lids. Whatever she was dreaming, it was vivid. Was she holding our daughter? Was she fighting the Emberclaws? Was she seeing that doll in the box with a knife through its chest?
I stood up and walked around the bed to the crib. It usually stood by the window, but Layla refused to have her that far away after last night.
“What are you doing up?” I asked and looked at her big eyes staring up at me. She smiled and reached out her hands. Her hands were clenched in tight fists, and she punched the air.
I reached down and lifted her into my arms. It still felt surreal to hold her and feel this overwhelming rush of love and possession.
“You never have to fear a single thing. I won’t let anything happen to you. Nobody will dare touch
