I’d seen Kye in many different lights over the years: fierce and protective, tender and empathetic, mischievous and troublemaking. Angry and determined to tear down the world. Kind and thoughtful. Sometimes, I even thought I caught him looking at me with love in those amber eyes, even if it wasn’t the kind I’d wanted to see there. But I’d never seen him like this. Like he was meant to be a father.
