Seraphina's POV
I hummed softly as I laid Rhys in his bassinet, my fingers lingering on his tiny cheek. My beautiful boy. How something so perfect could exist in this world of violence and betrayal was beyond me. After the chaos of our hasty relocation to the palace tunnels, these quiet moments felt stolen, precious.
"Sleep tight, little prince," I whispered, pulling his blanket up around his chubby arms.
The nursery was smaller than our previous one, but Kaelen had insisted on reinforcing every inch of it. Steel-lined walls. Bulletproof glass. Multiple escape routes. Our new home was a fortress within a fortress.
I turned to check the window—a habit I couldn't shake since the attack. The reinforced glass gleamed in the moonlight, sealed tight against any—
A shadow flitted across the glass.
I froze, my heart stuttering in my chest.
There it was again. Not my imagination. A dark shape moving across the window.
Then the glass exploded inward.
