“Noah, Noah!” I pulled the boy's shoulders. “Let's go to the living room until the food gets ready! You can help me set the table!”

Leading him to the living room, I shot a dirty look at Blake.

“Wha-what was that?” Noah rasped as I pushed him to sit on one of the chairs.

“Noah...” I took the other chair and caught his cold hands in mine. “Blake needs time. It can't happen immediately. This is more complicated than a simple amnesia case.”

His teary eyes turned to me.

“You're right.” He nodded, his expression growing restless. Still, some clarity appeared on it. “So what if Blake never growled at...