Nicholas shifted his gaze away from his sister, Leslie, onto little Lance who had crawled to his side.
The little guy was tugging at his sleeve, blinking his deep blue eyes the same as his father, looking earnestly at Nicholas, without the caution and ferocity he showed when confronting Qin Ruan.
He gaped a toothless grin, the smile as innocent as a baby's.
Even though the baby's face strongly resembled his father's, the thought that the child was born from his sister Leslie, made Nicholas's heart instantly melt into a soft mush.
He gently curved his tense lips and reached out to pick up the little one.
Little Lance's smile was even more brilliant now.
However, things took a turn the moment Nicholas held Lance in his arms.
Lance wrapped his short tiny arms around his neck and opened his mouth, revealing his tiny sharp fangs.
His mouth was small, but he managed to bite on to Nicholas's relaxed, vulnerable throat.
"Hiss!"
