Lyra
Xavier’s room was painted pastel blue.
Randall had helped with the painting, and Caine had assembled the toddler bed and the small shelf where I arranged his toys and storybooks. A few stuffed animals sat on the neatly made bed.
I stood by the door and glanced around.
It looked perfect.
All that was left now was for him to walk in and see it, and I couldn’t wait for that moment, couldn’t wait to see his face when he did.
I glanced at the kiddies' clock on the bedside table.
Eight o’clock.
Elder Seraphine should have arrived with him over an hour ago.
Traffic probably. The roads could be unpredictable at this hour.
I pulled out my phone to check for any missed messages when it rang, and I answered without looking at the ID.
“Ms. Lyra,” a voice I didn’t recognize said. “Th
