“Dar, you can go home if you want. I don’t want Keith to worry,” Nox said softly when they finally arrived at the inn. He looked tired, his arms still wrapped protectively around his son. But Darryl shook his head without hesitation.
“Keith understands,” he assured him. His voice was steady and full of quiet determination. “We’ll find Noah soon.” He gave Nox’s shoulder a firm tap, a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone in this fight.
Inside the inn, the receptionist handed them the keys to their room. Nox didn’t waste time—he quickly ordered food for Alexander before carrying the boy upstairs. When they entered the room, Nox carefully laid his son on the bed, brushing his messy hair away from his face. He then crossed the room and opened the window, letting in the sunlight. The warm ray
