Tobias watched Jaxon eat, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. “I think we need to talk to my father.”
Jaxon shook his head almost violently. “If he did not want me back then, why would he want me now.”
Tobias looked down at his hands. “I cannot answer that. But he deserves to face this.”
Thirty minutes later, August Rainer swept into the room with the brisk energy of a man accustomed to controlling every situation he entered. He stopped cold when he saw Jaxon. His expression held something Tobias had never seen on him. Not anger. Not annoyance. Something more vulnerable. Almost fear.
“Tobias,” August said slowly. “Explain.”
Tobias gestured toward Jaxon. “He says his mother was Mara Mirek.”
August’s face changed, though he tried to hide it. “What do you want from me,” he asked Jaxon.
Jaxon straightened. “The truth.”
