Page 110 of From Angel to Rogue

I didn’t even have another second to think as I leaped to my feet and ran to Luka’s room.

The sight of Luka writhing and twisting in his small bed almost made my heart sink to the floor.

“Luka,” Katy gasped and rushed to his side, and I swiftly followed.

Tiny whimpers escaped his lips, and his eyes were squeezed shut like he was in pain.

Katy dropped to his side in panic and carefully drew Luka into her arms and started to softly whisper to him. “It’s okay, baby. Katy’s here. Wake up now, Luka.” Her quivering lips pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay, buddy. Katy and Lan are here.”

But he only trembled and cried in silent agony.

Katy looked like she was right about to burst any second, and a scathing pain slithered through my chest at the sight of both of them.

I scooted closer and softly rubbed his back while Katy rocked him slowly in her arms like he was going to disappear any second.

It took a couple of minutes, but his cries quieted to tiny whimpers and wheezy breaths. He blinked his eyes open, his wet lashes clinging to each other.

“Katiew?” His scratchy, sleep-laden voice asked her.

The worry in Katy’s eyes didn’t fade as she softly swept his hair back. “Hey, buddy.”

He kept blinking like he didn’t understand what was going on. The remnants of his tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes, and Katy quickly wiped them away.

“You okay?” she asked softly.

Luka’s glittering brown eyes bounced between Katy and me like he still didn’t understand what was going on.

Katy’s eyes met mine. He didn’t remember, and we didn’t want to remind him.

“Luka, Katy and I decided to sleep over with you tonight. Is that okay?” I asked with a smile, squeezing his shoulder.

It took a second for Luka to understand my question.

“Like a sleepover?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, my sweet boy.” Katy smiled widely at him, her eyes filled with adoration.

“Okay.” Luka’s lips spread into a smile at hers.

I guess my angel had that effect on everyone.

She softly glided his brown locks away and kissed his cheek. “Come on, let’s get you settled.”

“Okay,” he muttered. “Do I get to cuddle with you and Lawndon?”

“Yes, you little monster,” I said, tackling him into my arms and a chuckle bubbled out of him.

The bed was too small for the three of us, but we managed with Luka snuggled on top of me and Katy cuddled to my side.

Luka was out in seconds after I draped him over my chest.

This time, he slept quietly and soundly, his face soft and lips pouted like his nightmare was far, far away. Like he dreamed of happy clouds and sunshine. Like every child should.

“Do you think he needs help?” Katy asked, her tone still holding worry.

She hasn’t stopped looking at him or tenderly combing her fingers through his hair.

His social worker, Naomi did say that he wouldn’t need any therapy until he was older or maybe even never and said that he was doing fine because he was still young.

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