The Devil's Anchor

Kaelen lifted a brow. “Am I?”

Bianca gestured toward the room where Lyra slept. “You look like you’d burn the whole world down if anything happened to her.”

Kaelen didn’t hesitate. He simply met his mother’s eyes and spoke the truth. “I would.”

Bianca stepped closer and gently placed her hand on his arm. The warmth of the gesture seemed to ground him, a soft anchor in the middle of the morning'