LACEY'S POV
Seeing Martin holding Henry gave me a vision of Angus doing the same. The way he had saved my son would be how Angus would keep him, too; it was as if he was Angus there. Henry, though relatively young, smiled at Martin; perhaps he knew that it was he who had taken him from me. I saw him smile at the baby, a little awkwardly, as if he were holding a child for the first time. My mind traveled back to what Martin had been like before he moved to where we lived. Had he had many girlfriends, thinking about getting married or having children? What made him leave the city? Most of us were there because we already belonged to the werewolf world, but not him; he was different.
"He likes you," I commented, smiling at them. A little calm was nice, finally having a glimpse of something
