As they reached home, Raphael was carrying Willa who was already sleeping, drooling on his shoulders. Rowan came along to discuss his discovery about the manipulation potion.
Before that, Rowan already received an earful of scoldings for asking Willa about having Raphael to replace Wesley. Obviously, Willa was too young to understand.
The night air outside Riana’s house smelled of pine, honey, and the faint sweetness of the flowers Raphael planted earlier that week. The porch light cast a soft golden glow across the covered veranda, illuminating the trio seated in the cushioned chairs.
Riana wrapped in a light shawl, Raphael close beside her lovingly, and Rowan sprawled in his seat like a wolf who forgot basic manners.
“Willa is asleep, talk Rowan. What have you got from your
