Chapter Forty-Eight - Endgame

Liz’s POV

I couldn’t believe my eyes for the second time in a week. Our pup had arrived, prematurely but otherwise healthy, and he was the spit double of my brother. From what I could remember of him at that age.

Up again and nursing Rufus Alexander – I’d insisted on the middle name – I peered out of the misted-up window and had to use my sleeve as a makeshift leather in order to observe the scene which was unfolding.

Was Byron really going to shoot Michael?

Something glittered in the sunlight. Was that a silver bullet?

He had to be kidding, didn’t he?

I struggled with the catch until I realised there was a better way to attract his attention and one far less dangerous to my old friend’s health. What if shock caused Byron to fire without warning?

‘Have you gone mad?’

There was no response to the mind link initially, other than that our son began to wail. Did he have the bond this early? How should I know?

So I made my way carefully down the stairs, crooning softly to my pup, o