Cassian growled at what revealed . Who it revealed . wholly different , no doubt , from the same young boy who now smiled at me dark -hared , with eyes of crushing blue . I started at the child's face - what I had not noticed the first time . What I had not understood .
It was Rhysand's face . The coloring , he eyes ... it was my mate's face . But the carver's full wide mouth , curled into that hideous smile ... that was my mouth . My fathers mouth.
The hair on my arms rose . The carver inclined his head in greeting - in greeting and confirmation, as if he knew precisely what I realized . who I had seen and was still seeing . The High Lord's son . My son . our son . Should we survive long enough to bear him.