Vaughn looked up at Rowan with wide eyes, his voice breaking the silence. “Are you going somewhere, Uncle Rowan?” he asked, his tone innocent, unaware of the gravity of the situation around him.
Rowan’s hardened expression softened ever so slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. “Just waiting, Vaughn,” he replied gently.
Vaughn nodded, seeming to accept the answer, though his eyes remained on Rowan, watching him closely.
Amara glanced between them, her heart twisting at the sight. There was something undeniably touching about the way Rowan interacted with Vaughn, a tenderness she hadn’t expected from a man like him...a man who had lived his life in the shadows, who had seen and done things most people couldn’t even imagine. If Rowan knew Vaughn was his son, she wondered how gentle wo
