Chapter 11I stared down at Silas as I rocked him in his room. The walls were a warm cream that set off the ebony stained Shaker styled furniture. Drakein had insisted on leaving the room undecorated for the most part, saying that we would fill the walls with pictures that caught his interest as he grew.
In fact, the only picture in here was an old oil painting that had been in Drakein’s study. Every time we took Silas in there he would gurgle at the manticore, a fierce-looking winged lion. I thought it was too dour and solemn for a baby’s room with its dark, gloomy colors but Silas would happily stare at it whenever he was laid down in his crib.
He had, in fact fallen asleep watching it as I rocked him, enjoying the warmth of his small body in my arms. I didn’t want to put him down in th
