I paced the short stretch between the window and the changing table, Haze tucked against my chest. He was uneasy. Corey was doing flips. Something had shifted. Shade had gone quiet a few minutes earlier, pacing the bond with the same unease.
Deonte sat in the rocker, trying not to stare. I caught him adjusting in his seat, angling closer to the door. He acted like he might actually try to block me if I decided to run. Like any of them could stop me if I bolted.
My chest ached. Not from the healing bruises or the soreness of the past few days. It was deeper than that. Something primal. Something protective. Something that warned me right before the nursery door creaked open again.
Shade staggered in, tracking blood with every uneven step. Each drop marked the floor behind him like a coun
