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...