(MASON'S POV)
The tears were still fresh on my face when Haelorian moved with an elegance that defied description. He walked to the stroller where the second child sat—a child I had barely registered in the chaos of revelations—and lifted him into his arms with the tenderness of someone holding the most precious treasure in existence.
The boy didn't fuss. He simply looked at Haelorian with these impossibly blue eyes—eyes so blue they reminded me of the sky on a perfect summer day—and then turned his gaze to me.
Something in my chest stirred.
Something I couldn't name.
Haelorian crossed the garden, his footsteps silent on the grass, until he stood directly in front of me. Without a word, he gently placed the boy into my arms.
I caught him instinctively, my hands wrapping around his small body. He was warm. So warm. And light—impossibly light, as if he weighed nothing at all.
"Um," I said, looking up at Haelorian in confusion. "What... what am I supposed to do with him?"
