Savior stilled. “What?”
Eli rubbed the back of his neck, his heart beating faster in nervousness. “I’m Eli. You and my mom used to be a thing?”
His parents were never married. It was why Eli didn't have his surname. Kathryn had told him it was because their parents had been in their last year of college when they had her, and they never saw the point in marrying. Eli realized that maybe it had something to do with his father being a superhero.
“You’re Eli?”
“Yes.”
Eli stared at his father’s face and could see the similarities between them. They looked so alike with the sharp angle of their jaws, the easy curve of their mouth, and even the dark, curly hair. He was a leaner, younger mirror of his father except for his mother’s brown eyes. Eli could see what he would look like in thirty years in the man in front of him.
“Is it really you?” Savior swallowed. “You’re all grown up. How old are you?”
“I turned nineteen last summer-”