Samuel leaned back in his chair, his gaze darting between Caelin and Aunt May as he tried to piece together the chaotic puzzle that had become his life. The weight of their words hung heavily in the air, but beneath the overwhelming tide of uncertainty, he could feel the faint pulse of the tie between him and Caelin—a strange, steady rhythm that reassured him in ways he didn’t quite understand.
“So,” he began cautiously, his voice cutting through the silence. “What’s the plan? Because I’m guessing hiding in the flower-covered SUV isn’t going to cut it.”
Caelin snorted, her arms crossing over her chest. “You think? First, we’re getting you cleaned up and fed. You look like you haven’t had a decent meal in days.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I was literally running for my lif
