Alexei Petrov.
I glanced behind Rafael, just as he did so as well, both our gazes falling on the person standing there that called him. Recognition settled over Rafael's expression, while I on the other hand knew knew who it was right from the voice, and my expression hardened at the sight of the person. Before I could say a thing however, not that I had any intention of so, Rafael's voice came--much lighter, and laced with uncanny familiarity that sounded too deep to be superficial knowledge.
"Papa Nick!" He excliamed.
Nicholas Rivera approached us, and once he was close enough, he reached out to take a hold of Rafael's hand, and an instinct took over me to reach out and take the boy's hand to keep him away. However, as Rafael reached out as well and took his outstretched hand, I reco
