Drake's pov.
I stared at little Dean for a moment, trying to understand what he meant by calling me dad. Before I could even say a word, Lila dragged him away from me, a glint of anger in her eyes.
"Don't you know where your dad is, little brat? You should go to his grave and look for him there," she said sharply.
I was angered by her words as I pulled her away from Dean and glared at her furiously. "Don't you know he's a kid? How can you be so cruel? Why would you tell him that? I don't see any harm in him calling me dad."
I picked Dean up and walked back into my room, setting him down on the bed as he looked up at me with sad eyes.
"Does your mom know you are here?" I asked him, and he nodded, staring at his hands as I gently lifted his chin.
"Why didn't you tell your mom you were
