CLAUDE
I felt him before I saw him. His scent filled the space, familiar yet suffocating, curling around my lungs and making it impossible to breathe.
The door swung open, and there he was.
"Claude," he said, voice tight with worry, his brows pulling together as he stepped closer. His eyes swept over me, taking in every detail, and when his nostrils flared, I felt the anger rolling off him in waves.
"Thank you, gentlemen," he said smoothly, though his body remained tight. He stopped right in front of me, and I clenched my jaw, forcing my gaze downward when it felt like I couldn't breathe. "I see my son is safe, so I'll take it from here."
The guards hesitated, exchanging another glance, but they didn't argue. And thank the gods they were deltas—they couldn't smell the thic
