Reaver sat again at the royal breakfast table, across from his son. Logan was having a poached egg, while Reaver took his time with his tea. The two men ate their breakfast in elegant silence followed by bouts of intelligent conversation. Inside, he was pondering how to tell his son about Victoria and about Connie. It was going to be a lot to take in. The fact that Victoria was in danger did nothing to lighten the load. While whatever faint spark of parental instinct that Reaver possessed had told him not to let her go, he had. Because she was a grown woman and she wanted to. And while he was pretty sure that Gustavan and his men were good, they were still pirates. There were many shades of grey in the piracy trade, but deep down no pirate was ever 100% trustworthy. Reaver knew that. "Mayb