Eira's POV
Even the mere mention of that man, my mate, was like a thousand blades tearing through my heart. I hated him. I didn't even want to think about him.
Dead? Yes, he was dead to me. And if I could, I would kill him a million times over.
He would never know he had a child. A monster like him didn't deserve it. I could never allow my son to turn out like him. I'd rather my child be raised by strangers than grow up under the shadow of that man.
But still...the hope of seeing my son just once, to make sure he was safe, that no one was hurting him, that he wasn't alone... made me want to find him.
"All right," I heard Liam say. He was still there, probably waiting for me to speak.
Even if I didn't fully trust Liam, I had to try. I had no other choice.
"Will you truly help me find my son?" I asked, my voice low but firm.
"If you're willing to cooperate, I will," Liam said gently, his tone reassuring.
