ROOSEVELT’S POV

"And tomorrow, I am starting with her."

Zyran’s words were cold, hard, and full of vengeance. He looked out the window of the jet with his jaw clenched tight.

I studied his face and gently placed my hand on his cheek.

He turned his head quickly, leaning into my touch. His dark eyes softened just for me.

"No, Zyran," I whispered softly.

Zyran frowned. "What do you mean, no? She threatened to take Lorna. She brought that DNA test to your door to hurt you. I have to punish her."

"You don't have to do that," I said, keeping my voice calm and steady. "You don’t have to...