Paul frowned, his eyes taking in every inch of my child. "Hello," he said slowly. "How…how old are you?"

"Nine," King replied.

Paul's teeth subtly began to clench. Ugh. Yeah, I'm sure he was thinking that I had been gone ten years and knocked up after one. He looked at me and raised his hands in a question. "What is this about?"

"It's about the Neratomay," I said.

His frown deepened. I'm sure he wasn't expecting that response.

"King is here to ...