Damien POV
The screen flickered to life, and my worst nightmare materialized in high definition.
Noah.
My son sat in that concrete room, still clutching his rabbit, but now he wasn't alone. Marcus stood behind him, one hand resting on Noah's small shoulder in a gesture that would look protective to anyone who didn't know better.
But I knew better. That hand was a threat.
"Hello, everyone," Marcus said, smiling at the camera. "Thank you for joining us for this very special family reunion."
Beside me, Aria made a wounded sound.
"For those just tuning in, let me introduce you to the cast of characters." Marcus's hand tightened on Noah's shoulder. The boy flinched. "This adorable little gentleman is Noah. Three years old. Sweet kid. Loves dinosaurs and his stuffed rabbit. Say hello, Noah."
Noah's lip trembled. He looked at the camera with those ice-blue eyes—my eyes—and whispered, "Hi, Mama."
Aria's hand crushed mine.
