I need you and Lenox to come here.

Luka pov

If I leave Lenox in my personal space, it will end in one of two scenarios:

One- the madman will fall asleep.

Two- Lenox will rearrange everything and leave a few 'gifts' all over the office that I won't notice until the stench appears.

The last time I let him rest in my office, it was awful. The moron had someone's finger hidden behind the bookshelf, and it took me weeks to figure out why he laughed every time he met me.

The idea that I should have heightened senses is ridiculous when it comes to Lenox. I shake my head and pick up the pace. The further I get away from him, the less likely I'll think about his pranks.

As I turn the corner, I run into my father. He has that classic, cheeky grin on his lips, and no words are needed for me to understand why he's still around.

"Mom went to see her favourite child, I suppose?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Damn right, she did." Dad crosses his arms in front of his chest and arches an eyebrow, mimicking me.

He's not usually like this, b