Chapter Fifty Six

Once they entered all Rina could see was familiar silver locks gathered into a delicate bun with small jewels decorating the hairstyle. Upon their entrance their guest turned around and stood upon laying her gaze on Rina.

The slight widening of her golden eyes let Rina know she was definitely not aware of her son's relationship with a human.

"I was in the area and thought to see the only child I have that never calls."

"Mother," Damien greeted and pulled her into a hug.

The resemblance was uncanny. The elegant features and contours of her face were clearly passed down to her son. The aristocratic features smoothed out any he inherited from his father.

Rina could now see exactly why he was blessed with such beautiful looks. The gene pool was generous in his family, and her little boy was a miniature copy of his father and grandmother.