Chapter 82. Where the Blame Falls

Zera’s POV

“Mommy, you’re not eating,” Zion called out to me, and I snapped out of my thoughts to find the eyes of Ivan, Zion, and Aaron on me at the dining table where we sat having dinner.

I knew Aaron was the most curious of the three. When I got home hours ago, he asked why I had hurried off without telling the bodyguards where I had gone. I knew the guards he had placed on me had fed him information about my misbehavior and disappearance. I wasn’t ready to talk about it, and I told him I just needed air. He knew that was a lie, but he didn’t place any form of pressure on me because he knew better.

I brushed it off casually: “Oh, do not mind, Mommy. She’s got work stuck in her head. Go on, eat your food, and you will be just as tall as Daddy and Uncle Ivan.”

“They are really tall,” he admitted, and I knew their height must have left him in deep thought once or twice.

“And you want to be that tall, right?” I asked.

He nodded vigorously,