CHAPTER 44

ZYLIAH’S POV

I was in the kitchen, making lunch with the help of Sara, my assigned maid, when my boys came bursting through the doorway.

"Mommy!" Their tone barely masked the eagerness and jittery excitement bubbling through them as they rushed in to tell me whatever it was that had them darting into the cooking area like little whirlwinds.

"Slow down, boys. We don’t want any scraped knees or bumped heads, now do we?" Sara gently cautioned.

They grinned at her with matching ...