(LIAM'S POV)
Vi's scream echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trunks, reverberating through the leaves.
Marie jerked her hand back as if she had been burned. Her eyes went wide with shock and fear. She looked around frantically, scanned the shadows around us, her breath caught in her throat.
"Mon Dieu," ( Good God,) she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"
She didn't get to finish. Because as soon as her hand had left Vi's body, the baby stopped crying.
Just like that.
Instant silence.
The forest went quiet again. The crickets resumed their chirping. The leaves rustled in the breeze. It was as if the scream had never happened.
Vi settled back against my chest, his tiny fist gripping my shirt, his violet eyes blinking up at me with calm contentment. A small bubble of drool formed at the corner of his mouth, and he let out a soft, satisfied coo.
I stared at him. Then at Marie. Then back at him.
