Aerion
I sat in my office, staring at the blank document on my screen that had been open for hours, but my thoughts weren't on my work though.
They were on Arya or Calista.
I wasn’t sure what to call her anymore, but it didn’t matter.
Her slip of the tongue the day before had cemented everything I had suspected.
The first time I had asked Arya if she knew Calista, I had been completely tactless.
My reason had been weak and I was lucky that Arya had not read into it too much or she would have pieced it together.
I winced just thinking about it. Drakos had scolded me for days after that.
The next day, when Arya finally confessed that Ethan was my son, it had been the last thing I had expected. I hadn’t doubted her for a second, though.
When I had spent time with him, it had felt
