Alessio drifted off against Daniela’s shoulder, his breathing slow and even. She shifted carefully, trying not to jostle her injured arm.“I’ll take him.” Killian’s voice cut through the silence.Before she could protest, he was already there, towering over her. His scent — smoke, cedar, something sharp and male — closed in as he lifted his son with effortless strength. Alessio stirred but didn’t wake, his head lolling against his father’s chest.Daniela rose too quickly, wincing as her shoulder throbbed. Killian’s eyes narrowed instantly.“You shouldn’t be straining yourself.” His voice was sharp, but not cruel. More… accusing.“I’m fine,” she said, hugging her robe tighter. “He was frightened. I had to do something.”She held his gaze, looking into his eyes that softened the next second. Her heart skipped a beat. Killian’s gaze lingered, heavy and unreadable. He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he shifted Alessio more securely in his arms, eyes still fixed on her as if trying to
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