Lennox's POV
My instincts almost snapped.
For a split second, the Alpha in me wanted to bark an order. I almost ordered the maid to stay away from him—how dare she make him this terrified—but I stopped myself.
I wasn't Alpha Lennox.
Not here.
Not now.
I was Kaine.
Just a guard.
I drew in a slow breath and forced my shoulders to relax before lowering myself down to Liam's level.
"What is wrong?" I asked gently.
My voice sounded steady, but my heart was breaking.
Up close, the truth hurt more than I expected.
In just three days…
Liam looked smaller.
His cheeks were thinner.
His clothes hung looser on his little body.
His eyes were too big for his face now, dull where they used to shine.
Grief had stolen weight from him.
My death had taken something from my son that no child should ever lose.
He didn't answer.
He just stared at me.
Not the way children stare at strangers.
Not curious.
Not shy.
It was… searching.
Like he was looking for something he had lost.
