Chapter 363

Fierce golden eyes met mine across the table and I realized what I’d done. Before, little Jonathan had teeth I’d crush up part of my meal for him. In unconscious rebellion after he left, I was still doing it.

Evan wrapped a hand over mine and squeezed. “I miss him, too, sister. He is far from us, I know, but I still feel him. He is alive, you must know that. I am…sure he is well.”

The father without his child looked tortured. In quiet moments I saw the looks on his face and knew who he was thinking of. We all knew. Evan missed his wonderful son.

“I wonder what he is doing now?” I said trying to keep the tremors out of my voice.

Bane had paid the most attention to how they trained the young boys. He explained what a boy Jonathan’s age would be doing. It was mostly play, still.

There were fundamental things he’d be taught now. He’d be learning to do things like use the lacquered pot to relieve his waste. The keepers would be teaching him to bathe himself.