Rafael's POV
The firm, commanding words Reece threw at me made the inside of the car fall into sudden silence.
My lips parted slightly as I drew in a breath thick with irritation. We locked eyes, sharp and unyielding. My frown deepened as I realised he saw me as a threat, as danger.
"Why is that?" My voice turned as cold as his.
"I don't trust you. What if you hurt Mommy again?" he said calmly.
I smirked. "That's impossible. Didn't you hear that your mommy likes being close to me?"
He frowned slightly, yet that cool, smug expression stayed.
"Nanny Martha likes standing in front of the stove to cook, and she still gets hurt by fire. Sometimes what we like keeps hurting us, and the only way to protect ourselves is to keep our distance. Martha Nanny would get burned if she didn't keep her distance from the fire."
I scoffed in amusement. How could this tiny five-year-old human have such a logical analogy? He was a special kid, with the makings of a genius, far too much like me.
