Shade stared at the ceiling for a long time before he finally said it.
"Nick."
I blinked. "Nick?"
"Yeah."
I waited, but he didn't add anything. "What makes you think that?"
Shade adjusted slightly, the sling pulling across his shoulder. He winced, then let his head fall back against the pillow. "He helped with Samson Midline. Got there faster than anyone else. He looked... off. His eyes were glowing. One blue. One green."
I frowned. "So? He's always had a short fuse. Doesn't mean he'd..."
"I've never seen that color like that.."
"That doesn't prove anything."
Shade exhaled slowly. "No. It doesn't. That's why I had the healers take a sample. We'll know by morning if Haze is mine or not."
I looked down at the baby, still asleep between us in the nest of pillows. I started shaking a
