Eloise’ POV
A smile curled from Vince’s lips. “Is that so?”
Tyrone’s shoulders squared. His voice was steady, but I could hear the pain woven into every word. “Eloise and I… we have a child. A hybrid.”
I froze. Time seemed to stand still as Tyrone’s words echoed in my head.
“Tyrone…” My voice broke, a desperate whisper.
He refused to meet my gaze. “You want a hybrid?” he continued, addressing Vince. “She’s here. Take her and leave the rest of us alone.”
Vince’s eyes gleamed with interest. He shifted his grip on Claude, lowering the dagger slightly. “A hybrid…” His tone dripped with intrigue as he turned toward me.
I instinctively clutched Hyacinth closer to my chest, her small body warm against mine. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head.
Vince’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as
