Lynceus had been spending most of his days locked up in his quarters with his son. He felt like he couldn't trust anyone anymore. His mother, Castor, Maria, his brother and his father, he just couldn't look at them the same. Did they all know what had really transpired between Hebe and his mother and kept it away from him? Was his son even safe in this household?
Angelos squealed in the little crib and rose his little arms to be picked up. The man who had been pulled out of his reverie by his son's call picked him up and held him in his arms. The little handsome boy tugged on Lynceus' shirt and attempted to suckle his chest which made the man's heart break.