As we finished talking about the runes and security, the heavy stone gatehouse of the orphanage came into view up ahead. Demetrius slowed his pace, looking down at me with a knowing, fond smirk.
"You're coming here for Eloise, aren't you?" he asked, raising a single brow.
I smiled, shaking my head. "No, actually. I wanted to see how Dorothy and Clara are getting along and doing with the kids."
Demetrius bumped his shoulder playfully against mine. "So you're not going to ask about the adoption?"
Athena’s head snapped toward us, her eyes wide with instant interest. "Adoption?"
"Not us," Demetrius clarified with a quiet chuckle. "Eloise wants to adopt Toby."
"Aww," Athena cooed, a soft, rare look of affection softening her usually tough features. "They really do make a wonderful-looking
