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Then I saw her.

Anya sat by the window, kids' meal in front of her. She happily munched fries, legs swinging under the chair.

My legs nearly gave out.

"Anya!"

She looked up, saw me, eyes brightening. "Mom!"

I rushed over, dropped to my knees, and grabbed her shoulders. "Why did you run off? I told you to stay in the shop!"

"But I was hungry." She pouted. "You didn't come back, so I went to find food myself."

My hands shook. I pulled her into my arms and held tight. "You scared me to death. Never do that again, understand?"

"Okay." Her voice was muffled against my shoulder. "Sorry."

I took a deep breath, tried to let go, but my fingers still clutched her clothes. My wolf curled inside me, tail draped over my heart, also trembling.

"Mom."

A voice beside me.

I froze.

That voice. That word.

I slowly turned my head.

A boy stood next to me, holding a tray. Maybe ten years old, hair a bit messy, bangs stuck to his forehead.

That face.

Those eyes.

That profile.

Liam.

My breathing stopped.

Five years. Five years since I'd seen him. He'd grown so tall, so much older. From that crying, fussing little boy to a young man. His eyes were still deep gray, brows and lids starting to echo his father's. His jawline was emerging, nose bridge sharper than I remembered.

He was looking at me, too.

Those gray eyes locked on my face, pupils dilated slightly, like he'd seen something impossible.

We stared at each other.

The noise of the fast food place—sizzling fryers, chiming registers, other customers' conversations—all vanished. The world went quiet. Just me and him.

Chapter Eighteen

Lucifer

"Your Majesty."

Marcus pushed open the study door, his expression grim. I set down the file in my hand and looked at him.