Lucien finally released his hold, stepping back just enough to let Ivy catch her breath. His thumb brushed a stray lock of hair from her flushed cheeks tenderly. And then he wiped the lipstick stain off his lips with a smirk.
"Cain and your father are in suite 4B, talking out terms for the new regional distribution partnership," he said when she didn't look so dazed anymore.
Ivy smoothed down the lapels of her blazer, her mind began racing almost immediately. Cain had barely been back in the capital for twenty-four hours, and Richard was already rushing to parade him in front of the Silvercrest Pack elders and elites.
The sheer desperation was telling. Ivy had long suspected that the bond between her father and Cain ran much deeper than a simple distant father and son dynamic. C
