Briefly, Beau considered disregarding Odina's letter. The two lines of instructions did little to inform him of what was to come, and if this meeting was anything like the one she fled from two months ago he knew he would leave angrier than he'd been in weeks. He was, finally, actively working on calming his inner rage. He was focused on minimizing reactions and resisting all thoughts of bodily harm to those who infuriated him. The thought of having such thoughts whilst also entering the world of fatherhood alarmed him, so much so that he feared Eavan and their child would be better off without him around.
Odina had certainly thought so.
However, he knew he and his former beau could play this game of cat and mouse no longer. He always sought out her inky black hair whenever away from the farm, but never once had Odina thought to approach him again. The damage was done, the lies unveiled. Tobias Hill didn't exist, not in the way Odina had claimed he did, and that boy...that charming young man was without a doubt his son. Toby was the only reason why he gripped the small bear charm — a ridiculous reminder of their past — at the appointed hour. Toby was the only reason why he hadn't allowed himself to divulge information of the meeting to his fiery wife. Eavan wouldn't tolerate anymore of Odina's antics, and Beau refused to cause her more stress this late in her pregnancy.
He remained firmly near the parlor's entrance as he hastily sucked down an anti-nausea potion. Portkeys were perhaps his least favorite form of magical transportation, as they always left him feeling off kilter and hurling his lunch into the nearest bin. The potion helped some, but it still took a solid minute or two for the near-giant to get his bearings. Then, once he could see straight once more, he did as instructed, swiping one of the bottles from the table and chugging several shots worth of firewhiskey, ignoring the filled glass altogether. The burn was the needed reminder to remain as far from the treacherous woman as possible. Whatever their past was was no longer, and now the only thing that remained to focus upon was their son.
"Well, you called me here. What is it?" Beau demanded in a low, cool tone from his spot besides the empty arm chair. She had to know how furious he was even without his anger bleeding through his words.
Odina had certainly thought so.
However, he knew he and his former beau could play this game of cat and mouse no longer. He always sought out her inky black hair whenever away from the farm, but never once had Odina thought to approach him again. The damage was done, the lies unveiled. Tobias Hill didn't exist, not in the way Odina had claimed he did, and that boy...that charming young man was without a doubt his son. Toby was the only reason why he gripped the small bear charm — a ridiculous reminder of their past — at the appointed hour. Toby was the only reason why he hadn't allowed himself to divulge information of the meeting to his fiery wife. Eavan wouldn't tolerate anymore of Odina's antics, and Beau refused to cause her more stress this late in her pregnancy.
He remained firmly near the parlor's entrance as he hastily sucked down an anti-nausea potion. Portkeys were perhaps his least favorite form of magical transportation, as they always left him feeling off kilter and hurling his lunch into the nearest bin. The potion helped some, but it still took a solid minute or two for the near-giant to get his bearings. Then, once he could see straight once more, he did as instructed, swiping one of the bottles from the table and chugging several shots worth of firewhiskey, ignoring the filled glass altogether. The burn was the needed reminder to remain as far from the treacherous woman as possible. Whatever their past was was no longer, and now the only thing that remained to focus upon was their son.
"Well, you called me here. What is it?" Beau demanded in a low, cool tone from his spot besides the empty arm chair. She had to know how furious he was even without his anger bleeding through his words.