Rafe's POV
Kael returned home by lunchtime. The moment he entered the house, all our gazes followed him — eager to know what happened during the meeting.
Raven was busy with some kids' reading material. I could tell he was interested in studying, and it was even more impressive that, at just five, he could read and understand everything better than most kids his age. He was truly smart and had inherited the best genes from his parents.
Damn! That reminded me of whoever the bastard was who impregnated Eira. I didn't want to accept that Raven inherited anything from that piece of shit. He was only Eira's son.
Eira, sitting by Raven's side like a responsible mother teaching her child, couldn't hide her eagerness at the sight of Kael either.
"Raven, finish this. Mommy is getting up for some work," she instructed.
The little guy nodded, and she stood up to go to the kitchen. It was the first time I'd seen her take the initiative to ask about something.
