There was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
Kael stepped inside. Nyx didn't look up. She was scribbling something—focused, quick, pretending not to notice him.
"We need to talk," he said.
Her pen didn't stop. "About?"
"Thanatos."
That caught her attention. She froze mid-stroke. Her hand hovered for a moment before slowly lowering the pen. Her eyes met his.
He sat across from her. Kicked his legs up onto her desk.
"Comfortable enough," she muttered.
Kael ignored her.
"So why didn't you tell me he was your son?"
Nyx blinked. Surprise flickered in her expression—brief, quiet. But it vanished a moment later.
"How did you find out?" she muttered.
Her tone wasn't sharp—just confused. Like he'd uncovered something no one was supposed to know.
Kael leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs more.
"Your other son showed up. Talked too much. Kind of an idiot."
She sighed. "We told him not to go to you. Both of us."
"Why?"
Nyx hesitated.
