"I do," Alaric Davenport answered honestly.
"Then why did you say that?"
Alaric Davenport looked at her and said gently, "Are you getting a little worked up? You're injured. You should get to bed early."
"But I want to spend more time with him."
"He's already asleep." Seeing the plea in her eyes, he couldn't help but soften. "Alright, go on and look. Take your time. I'll stay with you. I'll call your advisor tomorrow and get you a few days off. We can talk again after you're well-rested."
"Huh?"
Alaric Davenport raised an eyebrow, his voice deepening. "Then let's go back to the room now."
Just then, Little Kenyon shifted, sleeping a bit restlessly. A pang of anxiety hit her, and she immediately gave in, lowering her voice. "Okay, okay. Kenyon is what's important. I want to stay with Kenyon."
Only then did Alaric Davenport nod in satisfaction.
"Tell me, why is he named Kael? I've never asked you."
