If someone told Colin he would be babysitting kids two eons ago, he would have laughed at their faces. Yet here he was doing something he had never done.
Taking care of kids that were not his.
He was behind the wooden area of The Belle with Claude, Nicole, and his father's greyhound, Fall. Watching the kids play made Colin smile. No wonder his father had fallen for these small beings. They were full of life and innocence.
However, his father must have done something, because he could sense a difference between them and normal human children. There was a hum in their aura that sets them apart.
A hum that could only be sensed by Lugh's bloodline.
Colin looked around the place where they were. It was protected by his father's mark as his Aunt Jane.
The lengths they have done to protect three humans were baffling. He needed a sit down with his father to clear things up. A force had compelled him to reach out to the woman who his father thought was his.
His soul mate.
