"I wouldn't worry, Sterling," Jonathan breathed. We were both stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as Lumen happily splashed in the frothy coating of bubbles, dragging his little diving bath toys down to their death. His eyes were on the boy, but I knew that despite that, I was the holder of his full attention. "Asher can't do anything."

Asher.

He had been a thorn in my side ever since I had first spared his life. His recent shenanigans had hardly surprised me, but the timing was a bitch, and I had spent the last twenty-four hours cursing the mother-fucking shit out of myself for allowing the faulty...