My fury heated the blood in my veins until I felt as if I was so hot that I might catch fire.
I had no doubt that Leo was my son. I could feel my bond to him as plainly as I could see him when standing before him. But I did begin to doubt that Claire cared for Leo as much as she cared for Nova.
Which in addition to making me incredibly angry, also left me feeling very sad, for my son’s sake.
He loved Raven. I hoped he wasn’t about to learn the hard way that her feelings for him came with conditions differing from those her daughter faced.
I would speak to him on his return, to ensure he had been treated with fairness. Anything less, and I would end these visitations on the spot.
I didn’t know how much if any of Darius’s story was true, but I would protect my son, even from his mother,
