LYnn’sPOV

The name argument started before I finished my first cup of water.

Baron had pulled his chair directly beside the hospital bed, arms crossed, expression of someone presenting a fully considered position. "Hunter," he said. "Because I'm going to teach him to hunt."

"You're six," I said.

"Almost seven."

Lira was on the other side, kneeling on the ottoman, chin on the mattress edge. "Star," she said. "It's beautiful and it sounds like something ...