[Meredith].
Xamira, however, hesitated. She squeezed my hand tightly the moment she caught a few glances from the servants, curious, not hostile, but she was still a small human child in a house full of wolves.
I bent down slightly. "It's alright."
But the second she spotted Draven, her fear vanished. Her hand slipped out of mine, and she sprinted across the room.
"Daddy!" Her tiny voice bounced off the high ceilings as she launched herself toward him.
Draven's expression softened instantly as his entire aura changed. He caught her effortlessly, lifting her into his arms before settling her on his lap.
Beside him, I heard Dennis snort a laugh. Jeffery's lips twitched in what counted as a smile for him—barely there, but present.
As for Oscar, he glanced once with a flat expression, then returned to his plate.
He didn't look like someone who dislikes children—he just didn't like this child. But because she belonged to Draven, he would never voice it.
