For many moments she said nothing. Then whatever warmth she'd begun to feel had managed to slip away.

"Stay away from my son."

If that wasn't answer enough for his unspoken questions, there probably wasn't anything more direct about it. And no matter what the case might have been, Haytham had crossed a line. Connor could act on his own, no doubt, but only when she had succumbed to her fate could Ziio allow the possibility of Haytham's influence in her child's life.

No matter how old said 'child' had grown to be.