LUCIEN’S POV

I lay back against the headboard, hands folded behind my head, eyes closed. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the room quiet except for the soft rustle of Adele moving around. We’d just put Andrea to bed—story read, kisses given, little arms hugging us both tight before his eyes finally drifted shut. That peaceful little face still lived in my chest every time I thought about it. My brother. My son.

Adele's scent wrapped around me.

I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be half-asleep, but every nerve in my body was wide awake.

“I have a surprise for you,” She whispered.

Her voice was low,...