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The deep, deliberate claw marks under baby Elijah’s cot sent a massive rush of adrenaline surging through me. I shot up straight away, my heart hammering with worry at the thought that the Dark Sorcerer might’ve already slipped into the room.

“Elijah…” I muttered, my voice shaking as I bent back over him.

I checked my son thoroughly, making sure he was okay. I felt his tiny hands, his little limbs, then gently stroked his chin with my thumb, right where those small white ...