Millions of miles
Vincent POV
As much as I have nothing but disdain for Andrew—his son. That small boy was a treasure. The moment I laid eyes on him, my heart connected to the irony—the pain knowing he was a replacement for the child I took from her. A child she was not able to bear would replace our son and I had to come to terms with it.
When she called me, the panic was obvious in her voice and I knew it was serious. I would protect this little mortal, just for her. Again, I would do anything for her. Even if it meant suffering.
The flight seemed brief to me, but they had both fallen asleep most of the way. I excused myself to the other end of the seating, not wanting to watch them cuddled up and happy. Bitterness poisoned every thought; the smell of him all over her was much more than I could handle. The way he guarded her, comforting her anxiety—that should have been me.
