Chapter 317

Theron's POV

My throat felt as though a blade had lodged itself there, sharp and merciless. I couldn't force sound out at first, only the ragged pull of my breath. Grief surged like a flood through my chest, drowning reason, drowning restraint.

And then I looked down-into the eyes of my daughter. Eyes wide, bright, filled with expectation so pure it carved me open.

Steel spikes drove into my heart