Author's POV

“Who's this young boy with you?”

“The future.” Grayson didn't hold Kethan's hand; rather, he allowed him to walk into the warehouse where the guards were watching over the people who were packaging the product.

“Tomorrow is my birthday, and I haven't heard from my mother yet. Do you think she's still alive?”

“I know your mother isn't dead.” Grayson was getting tired of him talking about the death of his mother.

“Uncle Rhysand would never allow that.” He ...