Henry froze. Hand his baby to a stranger? The idea seemed insane. But the cries tore at his soul like knives, and he nodded.
Malik stepped forward, cradling the child with unexpected tenderness.
“Shh, my princess…” he murmured.
His voice became a lullaby, a fragile, soothing song. Magic worked: Nora’s tears stopped, her clenched fists relaxed, and soon she was asleep against him, peaceful as if the chaos had never existed.Continue reading…
