The doorbell rang.
Standing in the villa kitchen, staring down at the inner workings of the closest thing to a mother Xavier had ever had, he hardly flinched at the sound.
There were three of visitors but one had approached the house at a quicker pace. Not human, Xavier surmised. Too fast to be human. But, considering the protective barrier was back in place, he was certain it wasn’t a vampire either. That left the options of elf or shifter which made them a non-threatening entity then, regardless of whether they were friendly or not.
Xavier’s eyes flickered back over Paola’s careful script, fingers gliding across the page. Purebloods aren’t typically sentimental creatures but he’d always considered Paola a remarkable human, always fussing after him like one of her own, unafraid of the
