The situation with Odina and Toby was ... complicated. There was no doubt in Beau's mind that the boisterous young boy was, in fact, his own flesh and blood, but with Odina dragging her feet on any kind of unification between father and son Beau's hands were effectively tied. He wouldn't — couldn't — out her, he would never doom his child to the life of a bastard. But, that didn't stop the yearning in his heart to somehow parent his son. He knew all too well what it was like to grow up without a healthy relationship with his father, he knew the lifelong pain it caused. That Odina refused to even acknowledge it as a future for Tobias only made Beau angrier.

He tried to reign it in and be more present for Eavan's sake. It wasn't his wife's fault that Beau suddenly had life changing revelations happening left and right, nor was it her fault that he couldn't process anger the way most people could. Fury festered within Beau, like bacteria in a swamp. Multiplying and poisoning everything around it until there was nothing left to be consumed. Eva hadn't signed up for that. In fact, the short redhead would probably be better if Beau hadn't forced her into such a life.

Conall had every right to kill him.

Beau had shooed Eva off to bed and took care of the washing from dinner and joined her as soon as he was done. His long hair (Lord knew he ought to chop it off sooner or later) was loose and hanging down his back in tangled waves, his shirt already mostly unbuttoned. "Oh?" He asked with a raised brow and settled down besides her. "We'll have to have lamb more often. Can't have the princess not enjoying her meals."