Entirely hers.
“He’s beautiful.”
Sule dropped to his knees beside her and pressed his mouth to her forehead.
Tears moved silently down his face.
“You brought him here,” he said. “Thank you.”
Leena looked down at the child, fingertips brushing his tiny features.
Rhen stepped back.
He folded his arms across his chest, armor closing around him again.
He did not belong at the center of this moment.
It belonged to Leena, Sule, and their son.
The child was proof that something could come from blood and prophecy without becoming another weapon.
Rhen did not know what to do with that knowledge.
Leena lifted her eyes toward him.
“Rhen.”
He looked at her.
“Thank you.”
Rhen stepped closer and rested one hand briefly on her shoulder.
Sule watched without jealousy.
He had always known exactly what Leena was to Rhen—and exactly what Rhen would never allow himself to become.
“I didn’t do anything,” Rhen muttered. “This was all you.”
Leena’s quiet laugh carried between them.
Rhen’s gaze moved to the child.
A tiny life.
Blinking. Wailing. Real.
Proof that Leena’s suffering had ended in something other than loss.
The door opened.
Rhen turned instantly, his body tightening before he recognized Dax in the doorway.
Dax stopped when he saw Leena with the child against her chest, Sule kneeling beside them, and Rhen standing guard at the edge of the room.
A long breath left him.
“Is it done?”
