Daphne POV

“You can’t raise a child in peace when his blood is written in war.”

The first time Christian screamed, I thought it was a dream.

The second time, I knew it wasn’t.

“Mom!” His voice tore through the hallway like glass breaking in the dark. I ran from my room, nearly slipping on the rug, heart hammering.

He sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, eyes wide open but unfocused. His small fists clenched the blanket.

“Christian, baby,” I whispered, sitting beside him. “Hey, ...