Killian, whose peripheral vision had long since been honed through years of watching for suspicious movements from deceptively harmless-looking individuals, immediately noticed the little Queen suddenly make an unmistakable beeline toward one particular stack of boxes.
His brow rose.
Quietly, he walked over.
If nothing else, someone probably needed to supervise the newest member of the family before she declared war on another innocent bystander.
She really was remarkably active.
So tiny.
So fluffy.
So unbelievably fragile-looking...
Yet somehow already capable of creating incidents.
Just what were they supposed to do with this little one?
If he simply left her with Jax all day, then the two of them would probably be perfectly safe.
The people around them, however...
Well, that was a considerably more uncertain matter.
Granted, she'd probably earned some praise for noticing something wrong with his father's sprite before everyone else had.
Still...
