The white room felt like a tomb. I pulled Leo closer to my chest, my hands shaking so hard I could barely hold him. His weight felt different. He wasn't the soft, warm baby I had carried through the fires of the Spire. He was stiff, and his skin was as cold as the silver floor beneath us. When he looked up at me, my breath caught in my throat. Those eyes, those horrible, violet eyes, were exactly like the Giant’s."Leo, please," I whispered. "Look at me. It’s Mama."He didn't blink. He pointed his tiny finger at the giant screen on the wall. The red dots on the map of my home world were blinking faster and faster. Each dot was a city, a town, or a village. And every dot was turning from red to a deep, bruised violet."They are mine," Leo said again. His voice didn't sound like a child’s anymore. It was a chorus of a
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