Romans' POV
After leaving Caston's, Rafe and I headed to the office. I had work to catch up on since Kael was absent, while Rafe had to continue the investigation concerning Eira.
I spent the entire day in the office, yet my mind refused to focus. Every thought kept circling back to what I had learned. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes, trying to make sense of it all.
How was I going to tell Kael that his girlfriend—the woman he believed to be the mother of his child—might have been involved with our enemy? I wasn't even sure if I should feel relief or grief if the child Sophia had lost wasn't his.
By evening, Rafe returned to the office, slumping onto the couch with a heavy sigh.
"Got everything?" I asked.
He nodded, fidgeting with the small device in his hand, his expression dark. It was clear he wasn't pleased with what he had discovered.
"What is it?" I pressed.
"Not sure," he admitted, "I might need to dig deeper."
