"How was the outing with Kathleen and Nathaniel? Were they much trouble? Any more threats?" Zane asked Ewan as he joined his friend and Sandro to look at the rubble left from the gang's hideout after the strange fire incident.
At Zane's question, Sandro, who had been ruminating on how they would make their way through the hubris in front of them, turned toward Ewan as well. "That's true. How did that go?" He asked, seeing that Ewan wasn't in a hurry to speak.
"It went as best as it could," Ewan finally replied after a few beats of silence, not taking his eyes away from the mess in front of him.
"When you say 'best,' what do you mean?" Zane pressed on, stepping closer to him. "Are you getting tired of the kids already?"
Ewan chuckled. Tired? That was the most foolish feeling to have regarding his children. "Tired isn't even in the equation, Zane. Are you sure you want my children and me to have a smooth relationship?"
