When I saw him, I was unable to breathe.

Not Michael. No, ever since Selene entered the courtyard, I had not allowed myself to glance at Michael. The boy was the one.

She had displayed the infant like a prize in front of everyone in Blood Moon.

storm-grey eyes. The way Michael's black curls tumbled when he allowed them to grow too long. A mouth that quivered as if his tiny frame couldn't support the weight of all the eyes staring at him.

Selene's hand had been resting on his ...