Lulu

The bedroom door slammed open, and Caspian burst in, breathing hard. His eyes swept wildly across the room before landing on me. His dominant aura snapped into place; alert, cold, and razor-sharp—making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“Lulu, what happened?” he asked quickly. He stepped closer, his hand already resting on the dagger at his hip.

I was still trembling. My arms, wrapped around the baby against my chest, felt stiff. My baby began to fuss, letting out a small, ...