POV: Siena Blake

I couldn’t feel my legs. I couldn’t feel anything at all.

It was like the ground beneath me had vanished, leaving me suspended in some strange space where nothing made sense. My chest felt too tight, like someone had placed a heavy stone on it and walked away. My hands were cold, trembling slightly, and my heart was beating so fast I couldn’t count the seconds between each thump.

Lucian stood by the doorway. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak.

His arms were wrapped tightly around our son—around Rowan—and yet, the only thing I could focus on was his face. His usually sharp and composed features looked...