(MASON'S POV)
"But elder children are typically only given to elves," Blue continued slowly, his voice dripping with confusion. "Or to people mated to elves. So I'm confused, Liam. You, Roland, and Dylan—none of you are elves. How did you come to have an elder baby?"
Blue's question hung in the air. I turned to Liam, waiting for an answer. My brother shifted uncomfortably, looking down at Vi's peaceful sleeping face. His mouth opened, but before any words could escape—
"It's because of me."
The voice was soft, trembling, barely audible. But it cut through the night air ceasing every ear.
I turned.
My mother stood there, her hands clasped together so tightly her veins strained. Her eyes were wet, her lips quivering, her entire frame shaking like a leaf in a storm.
"Mom?" I said, my voice uncertain. "What do you mean?"
