Thalia's pov

"Mommy..." Ianth walked into the room, his words slurring out of his slightly opened mouth.

I froze.

The air became still. My eyes traveled to my son who was apparently sleepwalking. How could I have forgotten that he always slept and walked sometimes?

One of those times was tonight. Could our argument noises have disturbed him? How did he walk directly into this room when he doesn't even know I stayed here?

"Mommy – cold!" He purred, collapsing towards the ...