Father and Son Match Wits — and Daddy Gets Played? (Iris's POV)

The elevator rose at a steady pace. Lennox held my wrist loosely, his knuckles resting lazily over my pulse. His touch was gentle, and I still felt like prey pinned fast beneath a beast's claws.

"Boss, you've really got the wrong idea. When you see the children in a moment, please don't frighten th...

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