"It seems you're avoiding my earlier question. I mean my second son. Lucian Witte. What have you been doing with that kid?"
Hearing Theron mention Lucian was enough to wipe the relaxed smile that had been lingering on Reynald's face moments earlier. Deliberately choosing not to answer Theron's question right away, Reynald dropped himself back into his chair. Leaning forward again, he rested both hands on the surface of his desk.
A faint smirk slowly spread across Reynald's face, his eyes narrowing slightly. Honestly, it wasn't surprising for a father to ask about his son—especially when that son had only recently reached adulthood. However, as far as Reynald knew, the relationship between Lucian and Duke Witte was far from an ordinary father-son relationship.
