Chapter 121: Is Maya His Mother?

Leo's POV I watched as Max escorted Aurora up the grand staircase; her chains had been taken off and discarded. She was holding Max's hand, and I felt my stomach churn at the sight of them. Max always had a way of convincing people to trust his words, even if they didn't want to. It was part of his games. He would pull her in slowly and get what he wanted, what we both wanted. I hoped it would work out the way that we wanted it to. Jackson's soft breathing from the playroom pulled me back to the present. I gently stroked his hair, feeling the warmth of his small hand clutching mine. I wished I could shield him entirely from the storm outside—both the literal tempest and the brewing chaos within our ranks. I looked out the window, watching the rain cascade down in relentless sheets. The storm outside echoed the turmoil inside us all. I wondered what Maya was doing now—if she was safe, if she was even thinking about us. Her grief over Nate still haunted her, and I knew she was vulnerable