CHAPTER 65: THE MOST PEACEFUL SIGHT

Roman’s POV

After a while, Kael entered the drawing room, dressed sharply in a chocolate brown shirt paired with light beige trousers that fit his muscular frame with effortless precision.

The other two, Lucian and Rafe followed soon after, fresh from their showers and clad in comfortable loungewear—simple T-shirts and loose pants.

"Isn’t it the weekend? Are you going somewhere?" I asked Kael, knowing full well he didn’t have any office work today.

He hummed. "I had a call from the hospital."

"What the hell now?" Lucian’s irritated voice cut through as he descended the stairs, ruffling his damp hair. "Must be that wrinkly cunt buzzing in her daughter’s ears again."

"I’ll take care of it," Kael replied calmly.

And we didn’t doubt it. The way he too care of Sophia’s parents yesterday, it was the mark that he had lost his patience with them.

"You look fresh today," I noted, watching Kael closely. "Looks like you finally slept in peace last night."

"Why wouldn’t he?" Lucian chuckled darkly. "He got rid of that bitch Sophia. I’m sure the thought of having to accept that bitch as his mate must have been the reason behind all his haunted nights these past six years."

I shot Lucian a sharp glare to shut his mouth.

We all knew that wasn’t true. Sophia wasn’t worth making Kael worry. But he never told us what truly haunted him.

The only reason we could conclude was the brutal memories of him finding his parents slaughtered mercilessly by the enemies by the time he reached to help them. All he could do was to gather their bodies piece by piece with his own hands.

Those memories shattered even our hearts, then one could only imagine Kael’s pain. That kind of grief didn’t let go easily.

Kael’s gaze shifted toward the glass wall as Fluffy’s distant bark rang out.

Fluffy being playful, ran around Eira like an excited bunny, and approached her once in a while to receive his much deserved petting from her. Sometimes he licked her cheeks, other times he spun in circles, tail wagging with joy. At one point, he squeezed between her legs, crawling under the chair and popping out the other side, and so on...

It was a most peaceful sight. A memory brought to life from the past, when they used to play like this.

Kael turned back to us with a questioning gaze.

Rafe, with his usual mocking tone, said, "Luke went all the way to fetch his pet just to lend it to that bitch so she wouldn’t feel lonely here."

Lucian shot him a cold glare. "Didn’t I already warn you? Or will you only learn after I fuck the shit out of your brain?"

"Why are you getting pissed?" Rafe smirked, unfazed. "...Unless you’re feeling guilty."

"Don’t you dare link my care for my pet to that bitch. It has nothing to do with her," Lucian snapped. "It’s been a long time since Fluffy was away, and I’m sure he missed home. So..."

"Oh! What a telepathic connection between master and pet!" Rafe cut in mockingly, then turned to Jason. "Don’t you have that kind of telepathic connection with Fluffy too? He’s your pet as well."

Jason looked up at Rafe, his tone flat. "Will you only shut up when Lucian finally loses it and buries you six feet under?" Then he glanced at Lucian. "Good that you brought him back. I was missing him anyway."

"I knew it. That’s another reason I went to get him," Lucian replied with quiet satisfaction, as if he’d done something meaningful for his brother.

"You two," Rafe sneered, "peas in a fucking pod. Always backing each other’s bullshit and somehow managing to make sense out of it."

With that, Rafe walked to the refrigerator, yanking open the door. One entire compartment was filled with blood packs, stored just for him. He grabbed one, bit into the top, and drank straight from the pouch using the straw attached.

Jason and Lucian didn’t say anything to him, knowing this vampire had started to crave for blood again, after staying quiet for a few days. It was better to leave him alone at peace.

Lucian made his way into the kitchen, even though Jason had already prepared the breakfast.

"I’ll cook something extra for everyone," Lucian announced. "It’s the weekend, we’re all home, and Fluffy’s back. Feels like a good reason to celebrate."

I couldn’t help the grin that tugged at my lips. Lucian being in the mood to cook again meant this was my chance.

"What are you planning to make?" I asked, hopeful it might be something Eira liked.

At that moment, I found myself wishing I could replace Lucian’s hands with mine—just to cook for Eira the way she preferred, without waiting for this bastard’s generosity.

"Jason’s already cooked. Why bother?" Rafe said, speaking around the straw of his blood pouch before Lucian could answer.

This infuriating blood sucker never missed a chance to rile Lucian up. I just hoped this time he wouldn’t succeed in killing Lucian’s mood.

Lucian shot him a look. "You don’t need to eat it. You can survive off that shitty stored blood."

Before Rafe could snap back, I cut in, turning to him. "Go bring Fluffy inside. He needs to eat too."

"I won’t," Rafe said, his face twisting in disgust. "He must be stinking of that bitch’s scent." He walked off, tossing his next words over his shoulder. "Clean him up of her stinking scent before letting him back in the house, or I’ll throw him out of this estate myself."

He sank into a chair at the dining table like nothing had happened.

I exhaled quietly, relieved. I knew Rafe wouldn’t actually go get Fluffy—and honestly, I didn’t want him to. Eira looked genuinely happy with him outside. But it was a good excuse to divert Rafe from arguing with Lucian.

"Jason, you can take everything to the dining table. I’ll be done by then," Lucian said.

Jason hummed in response, and I stepped forward to help him.

As we turned, our eyes met with a surprising sight ahead.

Kael was still standing silently near the sofa, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window. His gaze was fixed outside—on Eira and Fluffy—entirely oblivious to what we four even arguing about.

As if sensing our stares, Kael got back to his senses and walked over to the dining table as if nothing happened. He took his seat silently while Jason and I continued arranging the dishes.

By the time we finished, Lucian joined us, carrying a plate and placing it at the center of the table. A stack of chocolate pancakes, fresh and fluffy, still steaming slightly.

We all stared at it in surprise, then looked at Lucian. He dropped into his chair, completely unbothered.

"What?" he asked with an annoyed frown. "That day, you all looked like fucking kids blaming me for making this only for that bitch and not offering you any. So I thought to let you eat this sweet shit too. Now go ahead and enjoy."

None of us could argue with his perfectly timed excuse. But the bastard—when I asked him yesterday to make this, he refused blatantly. And now, when I hadn’t even expected it, he did.

The unique wiring in his brain was something we’d never be able to figure out.