No man of woman born

Malachai seemed almost… disappointed at Rhyme’s words. He felt kind of bad, but was thankful that the boy was agreeable at the very least. If not talkative. ”Thank you, I appreciate it.” Rhyme added on as the pup led the way. Of course Rhyme could easily make his way back, but now he had more of a captive audience. He wondered if there was anymore information to get from him.

”So your mom is called Hela, right?” He pressed lightly, working up to his deeper questioning. Maybe asking about his mom was too much too quickly. He’d caught sight of the woman at least once, but any sign of Noir’s scent was long gone from her. Rhyme tried not to think about the woman he’d met so many years ago and the one night they’d enjoyed. Mostly he tried to put the event from his mind, but as he looked at the boy he wondered. Like father like son.

”What is your dad’s name?” He asked cautiously, more certain now he already knew the answer he would receive.