Breaking Cairos Veylan
I gestured toward the boys.
“What…?” Cairos asked, his brow furrowed, confused.
“I mean… I’m not one of those people who make a minor work. I can’t… I just can’t allow this,” I said firmly, my eyes fixed on them again.
He looked at me, expression unreadable for a moment, then a small smile flickered across his lips… quickly gone.
“They’re not minors,” he said finally.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“They’re not minors. This is Caleb, Dylan, Ethan… Caleb is twenty-five, Dylan is twenty-four, and Ethan, the youngest is twenty-one. So no need to worry,” he said calmly.
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