Silas’s POVI followed the beat-up sedan, my heart a heavy, rhythmic thud against my ribs. I expected her to head straight back to the cottage, to hide behind her bolted door and the safety of her shadows. Instead, she pulled into the lot of a nearby park.I parked several rows back, keeping the engine idling, watching through the windshield. The boy seemed better. The lethargy I’d seen earlier had been replaced by a tentative, bubbly energy. He tugged at Sarah’s hand, pointing toward the swings with a wide, toothy grin.My heart warmed, a traitorous, aching heat spreading through my chest. I watched them, mesmerized by the way she looked at the child—with a fierce, protective adoration that made my own soul feel hollow. For a fleeting second, I didn’t want to be the hunter. I wanted to be the man standing beside her, sharing in that laughter.The contrast was a physical blow. When she was with me, she was a statue of ice and resentment. But here, with this boy, she was a sun.Th
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