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Chapter 41: A Quiet Kind of Sunshine

Author: Lola Ade
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-15 23:19:33

(Rowan’s POV)

I hadn’t expected the call to come so early. Honestly, I hadn’t expected it at all.

But when the call came in from Calla—her voice careful, as always—I couldn’t say no. Asher wanted to spend the day with me. Me. And I’d be damned if I made him wait more than ten minutes.

Now, with the boy bouncing in my arms, his tiny arms looped around my neck like he’d done it a hundred times before, I felt something warm settle in my chest. Something unfamiliar.

Comfort.

He smelled faintly of cinnamon and warm linen—whatever Calla had used on his skin this morning—and his hair was soft against my chin.

“Where are we going?” he asked, bouncing once in my hold.

“We’re not going out today,” I said, shifting him onto my hip. “Thought we could stay in my quarters. You haven’t seen them yet.”

His silver eyes widened like I’d just told him he could fly. “Your room is big?”

“It’s… decent.”

“Is it bigger than ours?”

I snorted. “Much.”

Asher grinned and flung his arms in the air. “Then let’s go
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