Kenna

I knew something was up with Sydney several months ago when he sat in my sitting room looking so stern and withdrawn after our battle with Gabriel.

Now, I see why he was acting that way. Now, I finally understand.

He’s standing next to Sarah’s bedside holding his son. I almost can’t believe it, but I always knew the Goddess was going to bless Sydney with all the riches he tried to avoid.

A radiantly beautiful mate. A perfect, golden child. A boy. His heir. Healthy and strong.

The image of them together as I walk into the room is flawless. But there’s a crack in the perfect picture....