Nickolai's POV Derek was home. I had disappointed my son enough. And today was not going to be about me again. The moment the key jiggled in the lock, I was already moving. My feet carried me before my mind could catch up, ducking into the nearest room as Damian straightened himself quickly, smoothing down his shirt like nothing in the world had happened between us minutes ago. Derek stepped into the mansion. "I heard voices," he said, his eyes scanning the room with that quiet, calculating look he had inherited from me. The look I used in boardrooms. The look that never missed anything. From where I pressed myself against the wall, heart thudding against my ribs, I was certain he sensed something off. He just couldn't name it yet. "Oh, you did?" Damian asked, his voice almost steady, even as his chest still rose and fell faster than normal, his body still carrying the evidence of everything I had done to him. "It was just the movie I was watching before you came in," D
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