She stopped, staring at something just outside the door. Meghan took a deep breath and moved aside...

...as Keirran stepped into the room.

I straightened, and beside me, Kenzie’s hand went to her mouth. The Forgotten King, dressed in very normal-looking jeans and a T-shirt, smiled and nodded at me across the room. He looked...happy. Content. Though there was a somberness to him now that hadn’t been there before, a maturity that went beyond his years. Razor gave a high-pitched, welcoming buzz and waved to his former master, and Keirran grinned at him, as well.

“Mom.” Meghan’s voice was soft, hesitant, as she turned to Keirran and placed a hand on his shoulder. But her voice and face glowed with pride as she drew him forward, and his brightness seemed to fill the entire room. “I think it’s past time you met your grandson.”