"Who are you?" Michael asked, finally realizing the stranger wasn't showing any immediate aggression.
"No one of importance to you," Aaron replied. His mood flared again as he added, "What the hell is that bastard doing here?"
"Bastard?" Michael echoed, clearly confused.
The front door of the house swung open. Standing there was none other than the lightning god, Geralt.
"Father," Michael called out warmly, welcoming the newcomer.
"Son, Alice," Geralt said with an obsessive, almost possessive smile spreading across his face.
"I just finished a high-level meeting and couldn't wait another second to see my grandchild."
He moved swiftly across the room, gently taking the baby from Alice's arms. With surprising tenderness, he began playing with the child, cooing softly.
"Hmm? Who is the guest with you?" Geralt asked in surprise when his eyes finally landed on Aaron.
Aaron said nothing in reply.
