Eighty-Five

Bryony’s POV

Going downstairs, I make some toast. Darius and Dorian watch me, and I can feel they are worried through the bond, and I keep seeing them glance in my direction every few seconds. When I hear a knock at the door, I run to the door and open it, excited to see my son. Only when I open the door, it is only Theron. I peer outside toward his car.

“Where is Delphine and Draven?” I ask, a li