He caught Lucas's wrist before he could pull away. "I didn't want to scare you," he said, his tone softening. "You've fought too hard for peace to have me show up talking about past lives and Benedict's madness. But I can't ignore it anymore, not when the same details keep surfacing. And one memory is gnawing at me… our child." Trevor finished with a slow kiss on Lucas's knuckles.
Lucas's breath hitched at the last word. For a moment, the anger drained out of him, replaced by something quieter, something that trembled at the edges. "You think what happened to us then… happened to him too?"
Trevor nodded. "The journal might explain it. Or it might only make things worse. But either way, I need to understand it before it finds a way to repeat itself." He saw the protest forming on Lucas's soft lips and the first thought Trevor had was that he could just kiss it away. "Lucas, I'm your alpha; if I can't shield you, who can?"
