He stepped in front of her, protective, though fear flickered across his face.
“What are you?” he said under his breath.
The baby’s smile widened.
And then—
He stood.
Slowly.
Unnaturally steady.
Too steady.
Amira’s hand tightened on Daniel’s arm. “He can’t… he can’t do that.”
But he was.
And he was watching them.
Not like a child looks at parents.
But like something studying its prey.
Or its new home.
