Kael's point of view

The world had shrunk to one horrible point: the empty apartment, the missing child, and the quiet nanny. My boy. *Our* son. The truth of it, which I had been too blind and proud to see, now felt as clear as the beat of my heart. The timeline, the way she was so protective, and the way she turned pale when I asked about the baby's father all hit me like a punch in the gut. While I was looking for a stolen relic, Lyra had my child, my heir.

A roar of pure, unadulterated ...