Chapter 8: The Son He Lost

Kael did not move toward Rowan.

At least he had learned that much.

My son buried his face against my waist. His wings shook beneath my hands, small bones and warm feathers and fear.

“Is he taking us back?” Rowan asked.

“No.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Kael’s shoulders folded inward.

“Rowan,” he...