-Joseph-
I stick my head into the school room, frowning when I see the tutor with the boys and not my mate.
“Do you need something, sir?” the tutor asks.
I shake my head. “No. I was looking for the queen.”
Lucas looks up. “She said she was going to her office to work today.”
I stare at the boy in shock. Short of making a phone call, I couldn’t tell you the last time Cora was in her office. She hates going downstairs, and she quit being the queen long ago.
“Thanks, I’ll check there,” I tell the kid.
He seems to have forgotten that I ever called him sparrow, no doubt believing what his mother said. Cora, however, will probably never forget. I doubt she’ll ever forgive me, either.
I’d never meant it in a mean way, but he IS the spare child. I called him that when he was first
