That night, he stayed with Gordon and they talked for a long, long time. The little boy told him everything in great detail, from his hobbies and favorite foods to everything he knew about Summer.
The little one didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, when the world outside had fallen completely silent. But his two small hands were wrapped tightly around Yuri Sinclair, refusing to let him go.
Afraid of waking the child, he leaned against the side of the kid's bed, motionless in the narrow space.
This was the most peaceful night he'd had in five years.
At two in the morning, car headlights flared outside the castle, startling Yuri Sinclair awake from his spot beside Gordon. He was a light sleeper and would wake at the slightest disturbance.
He glanced over at Gordon. The boy was sleeping soundly, his little mouth murmuring as drool occasionally escaped from the corner. He was clearly having a good dream.
