Ignatius Leclair's handsome face curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His phoenix-shaped eyes were deep, with a glint of cold light flashing through them. Heaven's favored child? Life, after all, is like drinking water — only the one drinking knows its temperature.
Ignatius noticed that Delphine was already finishing up. Without a word, he strode over with his long legs to help her arrange the dishes.
The dinner was peaceful and warm, like a typical family meal. Sitting together, chatting about daily life, light and relaxed.
After dinner, Delphine, reluctant to part with Isaac, called him upstairs to give him the suitcase she'd bought for him, stuffed full of new clothes and various items that teenagers like.
