Lydia's POV
The baby's wails drilled straight into my skull, sharp and endless, like someone scraping nails across metal. I couldn't think nor breathe around the noise. My arms shook as I carried him down the corridor, away from the tower, from whatever madness Jethro had just put me into. The little face was red and crumpled, mouth wide open in pure fury. I hated how small he was, I hated how loud he could be! Tell me why I had to babysit for that stupid Serah.
Maribel appeared at the end of the hall, arms already outstretched like she'd been waiting for this exact moment, then I shoved the bundle into her chest harder than I meant to.
"Take this trash off my hands," I snapped. "His noise is splitting my ears, I hate it."
She caught him carefully, cradling the crying child against her shoulder. The screams didn't stop, and if anything, they got louder, more desperate. "Make him stop," I said through gritted teeth. "Right now!"
