After the hillay came to a stop, Zayden stepped down first, careful not to jostle Ren in his arms. The omega stirred faintly but didn't wake, his face buried against Zayden's chest. The General adjusted his hold instinctively, one arm firm around Ren's back, the other secure beneath his legs.
"Enzo," Zayden whispered, turning slightly.
Enzo looked up, startled.
"I can try to—"
Zayden shook his head and lowered himself just enough for Enzo to place Eiran onto his back. With a quiet murmur, magic stirred, and a thick rope formed, wrapping securely around both Eiran and Zayden to keep the sleeping child from slipping.
"Let's head home," he said softly.
Enzo picked up his cane and stepped down with the horseman's help. And in that moment, he was certain—there was no future in which Zayden and Ren would part ways.
Strangely, the realization brought him peace. Zayden had endured enough suffering already.
