CHAPTER 16

ZYLIAH'S POV

"Mummy, see, I want that one." Waylen pointed excitedly at a toy drum set.

"Uhm... why don't you go for something else, honey? Something less noisy," I said, trying to dissuade him.

I could very well afford those clangy-bangy things, but what I couldn't afford was the noise and chaos they'd bring. Knowing Waylen, he'd probably fall asleep on that drum set with the drumsticks still in hand.

We were still at Delia's place. I couldn't be insensitive and let my ...