Roldan's POV

I have a son.

That single thought bounces relentlessly in my head as I drive from Madison Square Garden to Maelor’s house. It loops endlessly, accompanied by vivid images from earlier tonight. From spotting Rae and the child on the arena’s massive screen, to watching her shield herself behind Warrick Bracken, and then vanishing with the boy cradled protectively in her arms. She pulled him so tightly to her chest from the moment she recognized me, ...