Sebastian’s POV

“So no, Sebastian, though I appreciate you worrying about me—about our son—I don’t need you to protect me like some sheepdog!”

Ayda’s words kept rattling in my mind, ricocheting off age-old insecurities and doubts as I stalked the deserted halls to my upstairs suite. Where I would be alone for the night because we’d both agreed upon space. Or I was avoiding another potential fallout. Words would be said, and my anger ...