"So," Arthur opened his mouth, dragging Reneé back from her thoughts. His voice held that weight she could never ignore. "How did you meet my grandson?"The question hung there. Though his voice sounded calm, Reneé felt a danger in it. He wasn't asking out of curiosity. He was testing her.

Arthur already knew Killian had created a facade. Reneé could see that the old man's eyes were full of doubt; he never bothered to hide.

Her tongue went dry for a few seconds.

"What..." The word slipped ...