ANGELICA POV
I watched him from across the room and felt something tighten in my chest. Not pain, not fear—just... weight. A fullness I couldn’t name.
Killian had three of my nephews hanging off his arms and another one trying to balance on his shoulders like a damn circus act. And he was laughing. Actually laughing, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No complaints. No frowns. Not even when little Ty nearly took his head off with a backflip.
The kid nearly cracked his neck.
Killian just caught him midair, set him down, ruffled his hair and said, “Careful, champ. Gotta save some bones for tomorrow.” Like that kind of chaos was something he breathed in like air.
“He’s a natural,” Hella whispered in my mind. She was beaming, tail flicking somewhere in the depths of my soul
