Paul sat back in his chair and sipped his tepid coffee. After they had returned to the house, Trisha had explained that Kelan would need to insert a translator behind each of his ears so he could communicate with him. Paul had sat perfectly still, his fists clenched as Kelan pulled out a slender metal tube and pressed it behind each ear.
“Can you understand what I am saying?” Kelan asked quietly.
Paul’s eyes jerked around, narrowing as the deep, slightly accented voice washed over him. He knew the words coming out of the other male’s mouth were not English, but in his mind, he could understand him. He gave a short, curt nod before clearing his throat. His eyes went back to Trisha when she reached over and squeezed his hand.
“What happened?” he asked huskily. “When I found out you were m
