An Unlikely Family

ROWAN’S POV

The food is served alongside some wine.

Victor sits across from us, nursing a glass of amber liquid. He looks exhausted, but his eyes soften when they land on me.

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, picking at the food on my plate. “For my mother. For how she spoke to you.”

“Nonsense,” Victor snorts, waving a hand. “Do not apologise for Nalini. I grew up with her, remember? I knew the monster