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Third PersonDinner filled the penthouse the way sugar had earlier — loud, warm, impossible to keep tidy.Aurelia sat between Ren and Ayesha like a small queen who had chosen her court. Plates moved. Hands moved faster. Every time she finished a bite, one of them offered another as if feeding her were a competitive sport. Adrian watched it happen from across the table with the patience of a man who had seen wars and still found this more dangerous. When Aurelia’s cheeks puffed and she reached for more rice anyway, he leaned over and rubbed her elbow, gentle and firm.“That’s enough stuffing,” he said. “You’ll turn her into a dumpling.”Aurelia swallowed, put both hands on her stomach, and announced with great drama:“Mummy and Godmother, I’m full. If you keep feeding me, I’ll explode.”The table broke. Kai laughed into his glass. Ara’s mouth twitched despite herself. Ren pressed a hand to his heart like he had been accused of a crime.Ayesha wiped at her eyes.“We better keep you fro

Adrian's POV Sometime in the night I felt her breathe on me before I fully woke.Not sharp. Soft. The kind of breathing people did when they were still mostly asleep, looking for anchor and had forgotten to be careful. I did not bother about it. I just wrapped an arm around her, pulled her in, and let her face find my neck. She rubbed her cheek there once, still gone, and her hand settled against my side like it had been looking for the place all along. I held her. We slept through until morning proper.Getting out from under her without waking her was a failed experiment. I tried. She made a small sound and tightened, so I stayed put and waited. She woke late, which I counted as a win after the phone and the panic. Consciousness arrived in stages — the bed, the light, my arm — and then she registered the full picture.She squeaked.She sat up so fast the duvet fought her. I caught her wrist lightly before she could fling herself off the mattress in pure embarrassment.“Easy, princes

After they were done, Kai lay on his back staring at the ceiling like it had personally offended him.“Don’t tell me we’re always going to have to sneak around as long as my daughter is around.”Ren stretched, sore and shameless, and shoved at Kai’s shoulder.“Oh, come on. Get off it. How can you be bothered about her being around? She’s six. She sleeps. She doesn’t run surveillance on the master bedroom.”“I can’t enjoy your noises properly,” Kai muttered. “That’s a legitimate grievance.”“Oh my gosh. I’m tired of you. Can you be a normal man for once?”Kai turned his head, mouth curved.“Well. You’re rubbing off on me.”Ren groaned into the pillow. Kai laughed, low and pleased with himself, and finally got up. Shower. Clothes. The ordinary business of becoming someone the outside world could look at without guessing what the morning had sounded like behind a closed door.---In the kitchen Ren heated the leftovers Adrian had made the day before and set plates out properly, the way h

Kai stayed on the living-room floor longer than he meant to. Ayesha’s rocking had slowed, then stopped. Her breathing evened out against his side in ragged stages until sleep finally took her where talking could not. He did not move at once. He sat with the weight of what she had said — and the sharper weight of what she had not — and let the quiet hold until he was sure she would not jolt awake the second he shifted. Then he eased out from under her carefully, found a throw from the sofa, and covered her with a blanket on the rug. Her braids spilled dark against the fabric. In sleep she looked younger and older at once, the kind of tired that did not belong on a guest-room mattress alone. He went upstairs. Ren was already out, turned toward Kai’s side of the bed as if he had been waiting even in sleep. Kai slid in without waking him, stared at the ceiling, and let the muddle run: fathers who chose the wrong side, monsters who did the hurting, a woman who decided suffering alone

Adrian’s POVThey left the city in a black bulletproof jeep that looked ordinary enough to pass for a late-night drive.Four men. Casual clothes over plates and holsters. Adrian in the front passenger seat with the route memorised and the chip signal still weak on his tablet. Behind him sat Crimson, Thunder God, and Chimera — names the street used more than the ones on any legal file. No one spoke for the first stretch of highway. The engine held a low, steady note. Streetlights thinned into dark.Crimson broke it first.“Boss. You seem different.”Adrian did not open his eyes.“Really. How?”Thunder God and Chimera answered together, almost overlapping.“I don’t know.”Adrian’s mouth curved without humour.“Then until you figure it out, let me rest.”They smiled and shook their heads. The jeep ate the remaining miles in silence.---The next town kept its secrets in the industrial quarter.Their warehouse sat behind a chain fence and a gate that recognised the code Adrian punched in.