HEIR OF PAIN
What could have shaken Arden this much?
Ryder reached out and placed a hand gently on Arden’s back.
Arden flinched slightly, then slowly lifted his head. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes red and swollen. Ryder’s heart tightened at the sight.
“What could make him cry like this?” Ryder thought.
He raised his hand and gently wiped Arden’s cheek.
“Baby,” Ryder said softly, his voice low and careful. “What’s wrong?”
That was all it took. Fresh tears spilled from Arden’s eyes. He stood up suddenly and threw himself into Ryder’s arms. His grip was tight, desperate, as if he was afraid Ryder would disappear. He cried without control.