Chapter 210 The Calm Before The Storm

The sun bled gold through the windows of their private terrace, brushing against the sleek glass of the penthouse. Genevieve sat barefoot on the warm marble floor, a blanket tucked around her knees. Her son, Elias, curled beside her, absorbed in building a castle from wooden blocks. His hair, the same deep brown as Silas’s, stuck up in tufts. Every time he laughed, something inside her ached. Silas leaned against the frame of the open door, arms crossed, eyes locked on them with a quiet reverence that no one else ever got to see. For all the empire he’d built, this was his center. This was where he became human.