I let out a slow breath, stepping further into the room. "So what now?"
Venus's lips twitched slightly, but there was no humor in his gaze. "Now, we move forward."
I didn't know what that meant.
Did he want me to come back? To reclaim my place in this family?
I wasn't sure if I wanted that.
Venus must have seen the hesitation in my eyes because he sighed, rubbing his temple. "No matter if you were a Romero or not," he said, his voice quieter now, "you will always be my grandson."
His eyes softened, just for a moment.
Then, in a voice barely above a whisper—one that felt more genuine than anything I had heard from him before—he spoke again.
"...Noah."
My breath hitched.
Not a boy.
Not a child.
Not an heir.
Just Noah.
For the first time in years, I didn't feel like I was standing in front of the Clan Head of the Romeros.