Damien knew he had lost his senses, but it didn’t truly hit him until he ordered Graves and Thorne to service and fuel every car in the garage, just so he could take Lila to school himself. To keep suspicion at bay, he told them he was heading to see someone and would drop her off on the way.
Then he drove back to the penthouse and waited. When she finally appeared, his breath caught in his throat. She glided toward him in a denim short skirt and a white long-sleeved top, her hair tied neatly in a ponytail that accentuated her small oval face.
Damien cleared his throat, dragging his gaze away from her just as she spoke.
“Why are you here, Uncle? And where is Graves?”
“I’m taking you to your school,” Damien replied naturally, turning back to her only to catch the frown creasing her fore
