Roman’s POV
When all of us were wondering how to deal with Eira after last night’s incident, and whether she might spiral into another mental breakdown, seeing her back in the drawing room, taking care of her pets, and acting her usual distant self brought a sense of relief.
At least there was a chance to communicate with her normally. Or at least I hoped there was. I wasn’t sure how to handle her broken and depressed self again. It had already been difficult to reach her after Jason’s torture.
It seemed that a good night’s sleep in Kael’s room had calmed her entirely.
"Was she alright last night?" I asked Kael. The others leaned in, waiting for his answer.
Kael hummed. "I put her to sleep. She slept without any struggle," he paused, sensing our scrutinising gazes, and added, "...Probably just too exhausted after crying."
That was good to hear.
"I’ll get her ready for breakfast," I said and headed to my room.
She was sitting on the bed, her hair completely disheveled, falling over her small face. Her nightdress, a simple loose off-white knee-length dress, was a little soiled from the stable dust. Even the exposed parts of her legs had dirt on them. I was surprised Kael had let her into his bed in such a dirty state. Among the five of us, he was the clean freak.
Was that iceberg finally melting towards her?
I went to the wardrobe, pulled out clean clothes, and told her, "You should freshen up. I’ll take care of Vixen right here. She’s pregnant, and it would be better if all of us are clean while being around her."
I just made that up, but it worked.
Eira placed Vixen on the bed, covering her stomach with the blanket to keep her warm, and then picked up the clothes I had laid out—a loose top and pants.
Her face was still hidden behind the curtain of her messy hair as she turned toward the bathroom.
"Wash your hair as well," I instructed. "It’s dirty."
She did not respond, but entered the bathroom.
Though she was being obedient, this way of her obedience didn’t feel right. Her compliance seemed hollow. The only things in her world now were her pets and herself. Her mental state was fragile, and it worried me.
Now I feel it would have been better if she was stuck in bed, crying and hurting to let her pain out, than being like this.
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After half an hour, all of us were having breakfast. We sat at the dining table while Eira went to sit in her usual place. We didn’t force her, and I served her breakfast right there. Lucian had made her favourite chocolate pancakes, and it was a relief to see her eating everything.
"I am taking her to the hospital," Kael said, his voice even. "The rest of you can continue what you’re meant to."
"Hospital?" I asked, surprise creeping in. "Did Liam call for her?"
Kael shook his head. "Just for some routine tests," he said dismissively, clearly not wanting to be questioned further.
He turned to Lucian and Jason. "Not just her son, but you have to find out about her grandparents as well."
"We were going to do that anyways," Lucian informed. "They are in the list of the people who might have that child."
We all acknowledge this fact.
Her grandparents had been missing since that incident, and none of us had bothered to look for them. But now that Kael mentioned them, it was clear he had a purpose in mind. We needed to know where they had been and why.
Their only granddaughter had been in prison, and yet they had made no attempt to free her, not even to plead for her. Their disappearance suddenly felt suspicious.
Kael then turned to Rafe. "I want everything about her after she killed Alice. Her confessions, written statements, any video files we can find. Nothing should be left out."
Lucian’s voice was sharp. "Why do you want it? We all know she killed my sister. There’s the clear video of how she shot my sister."
"I forgot nothing at all," Kael said coldly. "Neither your sister’s murder, nor the slaughter of my parents. But I want to know her reasons, beyond what we already know and have concluded. She didn’t tell Roman, and she didn’t tell Jason even when he tortured her. So we need to find out on our own."
All of us hummed, as we were curious as well. The way she yearned for Alice didn’t seem like she wanted to kill her, or that there was any bad blood between them.
Kael turned to Rafe again, and Rafe gave a sharp nod. "Don’t worry. I’ll dig out every single detail."
"I’ll try to ask her again," Roman said quietly. "Maybe she’ll reveal it when I take her to Alice’s grave."
I could feel Jason and Lucian’s sharp glares on me.
"This might lead us somewhere," I said firmly. "I’ll take her there once she’s done with her hospital visit with Kael."
Kael’s POV

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