DAMON
The defeat on his face was beautiful.
I'm not going to pretend otherwise. Watching Ronan sit there in my brother's body with a five year old boy's arms wrapped around his neck, tears soaking into his borrowed collar, calling him Dad like it was the most natural thing in the world. There was a poetry to it that I hadn't planned but was absolutely going to enjoy.
I smirked. Let myself have that for exactly ten seconds.
Then I reached over and peeled Einstein gently away from the body. The boy resisted at first, fingers curling tighter into the fabric of Kade's shirt, his face red from crying, little chest still hiccupping. I crouched to his level, hands on both his small shoulders, and waited until he looked at me.
"Hey." I kept my voice steady. "Your dad is going to be fine. He's
