Heather stood by, her arms crossed over her chest, watching Adams lead the little boy into the house. Her heart was boiling, but her face stayed neutral — at least on the surface.
Her pulse, however, was far from calm.
She barely heard Adams repeat himself: "Master Caius instructed we bring young Master Asher here, until things settle… with his mother."
Heather's lips pressed into a thin line.
Lauren's child. Here in this house.
A flicker of disbelief passed through her. Not because Caius brought the boy here — Caius had always had a complicated way of handling things — but because he didn't bother to tell her first.
No heads-up. No conversation. Not even a goodbye before disappearing off to God-knows-where.
Her gaze shifted to the boy.
Asher.
Neat little shoes, black as polished stone. His grey cardigan perfectly buttoned. Hair combed so well not a strand dared misbehave. His eyes, though — those cold, assessing eyes — that's what made her wary.
