LUCY’S POV

“Young Master Keiren…” Gabriel mumbled, lifting his head.

Pretty boy didn’t look very pleased at the moment, and the way he stared at me was as if I were some kind of monster.

Believe me, I—Luciana Greymond—wasn’t a saint, especially with the kind of mother I grew up with. But I would never harm a child.

Keiren leaped from my legs, drawing my attention away from pretty boy.

He grabbed Gabriel and lifted him off the floor in one swift movement.

“Why are you ...