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Chapter 32

Bryn

Five years had passed since Night killed Troy and we rescued the feral boys. Since then, I had performed the memory ritual on each of them and was now counseling those who wanted help with their recovery. Many of those kids still lived as a group on Panacea, in the cabins we’d built for them.

I’d had my son, Remus, four years ago. He was a beautiful little boy with thick auburn hair and eyes as emerald as his father’s. Already, he was the timid opposite of his sister, who lived up to her fiery name. He clung to my dress when he went out with me and was very sensitive. Whenever Night gave him a stern look, the waterworks started. He stayed strong in front of his son, but privately, I knew it devastated my poor mate whenever he made our son cry. According to Lance, that was how Night had acted when he was Remy’s age. Maybe that explained where Remy had gotten it from.

Tavi and Dom had a baby boy who was nine months younger than Ember. They named him Lucian after the fath