Kael’s POV
Isla came to visit Raven to check on him, and along with that, she visited Roman and Jason as well.
She was guided to the side room of the suite where Raven was playing, with Rafe by his side, while Lucian had gone out.
"You are doing really well, Raven," Isla said after having her one-way conversation with him, where he replied with some actions or silence.
"Now all you have to do is try to talk," she added. "I know you can, and all of us are eager to hear your sweet voice. Eager to hear you call your parents daddy and mommy. Don’t you want that as well?"
Raven looked at Eira and me, to which both of us offered him an encouraging nod.
He stayed quiet, as if wondering what to do. We didn’t force him.
Isla turned to Eira. "You are glowing these days."
Just like Raven, Eira didn’t know how to reply. Sudden praise seemed to have startled her.
Isla smiled and said, "How about you come with me and we can talk? It’s been a while since we had a nice chat. I am sure you have things you want to talk about."
Eira’s eyes lit up as if she truly wished for it. Isla guessed it right.
"You can go with Isla. The hospital is safe, and you can go anywhere here," I assured her.
"We will be just on this floor, taking a walk around," Isla assured as well.
Both of them left, while I asked Rafe, "Where’s Lucian? It’s been a while since he went out."
"Must be somewhere soothing his burning heart," Rafe chuckled. "If he doesn’t return after some time, just call him."
I understood the reason and decided to wait for him.
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Eira’s POV
These days, so many things were happening with me that I truly needed someone to talk to, a friend, a woman who could understand it. And Isla felt like the one.
I followed her out, unsure what I would even talk about, but maybe once we started talking, things would come out on their own. Moreover, Isla had the knack of understanding one’s mind, so I was sure she would lead me in the right direction. She was like a mirror where one could see their own mind being unravelled.
Just as we left the room and took a turn in the corridor, I saw a figure standing by the wall, facing the window opposite and smoking in silence, his expression as if he was deep in thought.
For a moment my gaze was stuck to him. Something about him, made me not look away.
The way his tall and perfect stood there with one hand tucked in pants pocket, other busy holding cigaret, and one leg folded back to rest on the wall behind. His hair slightly ruffled.
The way the cigaret settled between his long fingers, the way he let out a smoke from his mouth in the coolest way I had ever seen.
It was difficult to look away from him.
Lucian. He looks smoking hot.
I got back to my senses. What’s wrong with me to find a smoking man hot and attractive. Smoking is unhealthy for my baby. I should leave quickly.

He cared that I would inhale that smoke.
What’s wrong with him? Why does he look as if something’s bothering him?
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