“Roam!” Riley breathed.
She pushed through the crowd of people in her way, determined to get to Vox and her son. They were standing near the air gliders talking to Ha’ven. She picked up speed until she was almost running by the time she threw her arms around Vox and Roam.
“Momma!” Roam crowed with a happy smile.
Riley’s hands ran over Roam’s dirty face, searching him for injuries. “Are you hurt? Did Daddy check you over? Are you hungry?”
Vox frowned down at Roam. “I didn’t exactly have time to check him over,” he replied gruffly. “I was trying to keep him alive. Roam, are you hurt?”
Riley bit her bottom lip and waited for Roam to answer. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally shook his head. Leaning weakly against Vox, she touched Roam’s dirty cheek with her fingers.
“I’s okay
