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She lay on a dirty cot, sobbing. At the sight of her anguish, the anger he’d felt at her for denying him knowledge of his son dissipated. He went to her, his steps so silent that she didn’t hear him until he slid down beside her. She cried out and rolled over to fight him.

“Shh, look at me, Holly. Quiet now.”

Her green eyes widened. Then recognition dawned and she nodded. The sadness in her expression was so strong that Night couldn’t help himself—he pulled her into his arms and cradled her against him.

“Are you all right? Did they hurt you?” His words were a mere whisper in the cave of a room.

“I’m okay. I saw our baby.”