Chapter 361 Known Curse

ABEL

"Well, fuck, man," Rovant muttered, dragging his hand through his hair and leaning back against the couch.

"The children are asleep," he added softly, nodding toward the stairs. "Let's have a drink. Your problem is… quite big."

Kaelen shot him a flat look. "Quite big?"

Rovant shrugged. "What? You want me to say catastrophic? Tragic? Fine. Your problem is fucking tragic, Abel." He stood