ROOSEVELT’S POV
“Whose child is that?”
Zyran’s deep voice echoed in the conference room.
My heart stopped. The air left my lungs, the walls seemed to close in, trapping me.
I glanced at my phone. Lorna’s face appeared next to Nixie’s name.
I pushed against Zyran’s chest with all my strength.
He let me. He took a step back, but his dark, intense eyes stayed fixed on my face.
I grabbed my phone from the table and quickly hit the 'decline' button. The screen went black. I shoved the phone into my pocket, my hands quaking.
"I asked you a question, Roosevelt," Zyran said, his voice dangerously quiet.
"She is a friend's child," I lied. I forced my chin up and my voice steady, even though my soul trembled. "Nixie is babysitting her today. They were just calling to say hello."
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