Lucian
The city stretched below me, from the penthouse window, it looked almost peaceful, clean lines, golden light, the illusion of order. I sipped my espresso and let the bitter taste settle on my tongue.
Peace was a luxury people like me didn’t afford themselves. Not when there was a war to win.
The file on the table bore Max’s name.
I ran my thumb along the edge of the folder, feeling the slight bite of paper against my skin. The decision had been made. There was no turning back now.
Shared custody.
Not because I missed him, not because of some sudden awakening of fatherly devotion.
Because Max was the key. In a way it annoyed me that I have to use my son but Eloise has left me no choice. I was the only who could help Eloise, if she chose to go behind my back to get help, I will
