CHAPTER 40

ZYLIAH’S POV

"Grandpapa says you're our daddy. Is it true?" Casper asked between mouthfuls of buffalo wings.

It was dinnertime, and everyone was at the table. 

"Do not talk while eating, Casper," I gently reprimanded.

"But you talk and laugh with Aunt Delia and Aunt Natasha whenever the three of you eat." Casper frowned, his lips in a pout.

He couldn't understand why I was reprimanding him for the same habit I had with my best friends. There were two reasons why I'd shushed ...