I brushed his soft hair with my fingers. He’s tall. If I’m not mistaken, he’s eight years old now. As he gets older, the blood of Montevalleses on his veins shows.
“He’s with me,” Yves answered. He walked past Gelo and the guard, who failed to stop him in awe of the kid’s sudden appearance. The father and son tandem smirked victoriously as if they’ve won whatever game they’re busying themselves with.
“How did you get in here?” Dion asked. He was about to approach me and Yohan, but Camille stopped him. She smiled at Yohan.
“You’re cute. What’s your name?”
“Yohan Montevalles,” Yohan simply answered and smiled at me, beaming with confidence that he could say his name.
“Montevalles?”
I put the kid behind me when my cousin made a hurried step towards us. And Yves stepped in front of me
