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And I was asleep before I reached the count of ten, which had not happened in longer than I could remember. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Leo had started giving me a specific look. I had known Leo since we were nine years old. I had watched him develop every expression in his face across thirty years of friendship and I could read all of them fluently. This particular look was new. It had appeared approximately two weeks ago and it involved his chin dropping slightly and his eyebrows doing something patient and knowing and deeply irritating. "What?" I had asked him the first time.

"Tell me about Leo. Tell me about the bomb." Isaac looked at the floor, his hands trembling. "Rowan... that monster. The pod he sent wasn't meant to kill the boy. It was filled with a high-dose mutation gas. It forced Leo’s powers to mature in seconds. He’s not a baby anymore, Lyra. He’s a teenager. And he thinks we are the enemies." "Where is he?" I demanded, walking past him toward the bridge. Every step I took left a faint, scorched footprint on the metal deck.

I handed Leo the clothes I got him, “happy birthday, my little guy.” Leo grinned, holding the shirt close to his chest, “Thanks, sis. I--” He called me sis when he was a tiny little boy when I found him, and now he was 5.8 feet tall, almost catching up with Orion, yet still calling me sis. It felt like your cute little bichon grew into a huge golden retriever and still wanted to snuggle on your lap. “Please, Miss,” Rosie cut off Leo yet again, “the Lady is waiting.”

He opened the door for me and I rushed out. Fuck I had no panties on, I was soaking wet and I hoped, it wasn't running down my legs. Dinner went pretty fast after that, my Mom and Dad mainly spoke to Leo about his business. I found out that Leo is 39 years old. Fuck. That turn me on even more, I always wanted to fuck an older man. Something about their maturity and dominance made me want one to myself. "We'd better get going now," Leo said and stood up from his chair.

"I won't bang. I'll play." "Dad, can Leo try?" Liam nodded. "Come here, buddy." Leo climbed onto the bench beside his father. He was six—small for his age, but serious in a way that reminded me of Liam. He placed his fingers on the keys carefully. "Show me where to put them." Liam guided his hands. "This is middle C. Press it." Leo pressed. The note rang out. His face lit up. "That's C?" "That's C." "I like C."

I asked, sitting at a small wooden table. My son, Leo, sat across from me. At twenty-one, he was a mirror of the power that had nearly consumed us. He was sharpening a dagger made of obsidian and starlight, his emerald eyes calm, though I could see the violet flicker of the Ninth Cycle beneath the surface.

"A woman who works as hard as I do develops a skin like parchment. It is a sign of a life well-lived." "It looks like bark," Luna noted, squinting as the sunlight hit my right hand. Beside her, sitting on the edge of a mahogany bed with the posture of a tiny, disgruntled CEO, was Leo. At five years old, Leo didn't just play; he observed. He didn't just listen; he cross-referenced. He was currently holding a tablet, his brow furrowed in a way that looked terrifyingly like his grandfather Silas when a merger was going south.

SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL MOTHER STATUS: DECEASED. Below it was also a date, which dated back to six years ago. It was shocking how the date matched the exact night my baby was stolen. I stared at the page again, my heart hammering non stop. Deceased? It was so casually written, like they didn't care about what impact it could make. How can they easily write someone's life off like that? That is very cruel. The worse part of the diagnosis is how they discussed Leo like he wasn't a little boy that needed to live, but as a lab animal.

Anya said, and meant it. Leo appeared next, already half-lost in whatever problem his mind was wrestling with. He was fourteen now, tall and still growing, all long limbs and angular features that hadn’t quite settled into their final form. He grabbed toast and orange juice without really looking at either, his attention clearly elsewhere.

"And what of Leo? Give me the truth, Doctor." The doctor sighed, looking down at his tablet. "That’s where it gets complicated. We ran the bone density scans. Alpha, he isn't six. He’s barely four years old. His draconic power is so dense it’s forced his physical frame to grow faster to contain the energy. He’s a toddler with the body of a child and the power of a god." I looked at Leo’s peaceful face. Four years old. He had spent his entire existence in a steel room, acting as a protector before he even knew how to play.