MURTAGH'S POV
Dad, Dahlia and I spent two endless hours in the office, addressing the attack on the Blood Moon, what happened, Grace's involvement in all of it.
Throughout that time, the little one had continued to sleep peacefully in my arms, occasionally turning and tossing over to find a more comfortable position. Dahlia had taken him as soon as Grace and the rogues had left, and she had understood that he was my son as soon as she had seen his face. After all, my parents, Derek and her had known each other for a long time; it made sense that she recognized my features on someone else's face.
After a while, my aunt came into the studio to take away Malcolm and Zachery, Dahlia's children, and she offered to put mine to bed too, but I declined the offer. Now that I had him in my ar
