Calista
Aerion had surprised me more in the past few days than he had since I arrived at GreyHound. After my confession about knowing Calista and telling him Ethan was his son, I had prepared myself for constant hounding.
I thought he would demand answers but instead, he had done the opposite.
He was calm, almost careful around me, like he didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing. Every question he asked was about Ethan, like he truly cared about how our son was doing.
“Do you think he’s plotting something?” Lyra asked. His change in behavior had not gone unnoticed by Lyra either.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“It’s like he is a whole different person.”
“Maybe he’s trying to win you over,” Lyra replied, teasing.
I rolled my eyes.
“ You feel it, don’t you? The bond? It’s pulling you
