“Your mother’s the Baroness?” Winter tried to sound unaffected by the knowledge. She didn’t know why. She simply felt as though she should keep her concern to herself. Because if she let it out, Summer could be upset.
The boy looked at her with confusion. “Yes?” He nodded a few times. “Yes, she is.”
For some reason, he didn’t strike her as the Baroness’ heir. He was obviously her son- that wasn’t what she questioned. But while that woman had the air of control and power, much like her position entailed, her son simply seemed like another child. Like he could have been any of them.
“Why do you both come here?”
He laughed a little, looking at her with even more confusion. Confusion, yet happy.
“Because you are all here. Why else?”
It came as easy to him as breathing. Winter couldn’t help but believe him.