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ZARA'S POV

I stepped into Kai's office, a chill running down my spine. The smell of power play and manipulation seemed to permeate the air. Michael walked beside me, his jaw clenched in anger, his hand brushing mine in a quick touch to remind me I wasn't alone. Yet as my eyes settled onto Kai lounging behind his grand desk, even that reassurance felt fleeting.

He was calm-too calm-and that smug smirk stretching across his face only fed the unease that curled in my stomach.

I didn't wait for hello. "Where is my son?" My voice came out steady, but the trembling bubbled just beneath the surface.

Kai's eyebrow arched with feigned surprise. "Your son?" Kai repeated, words spilling from his lips like ice. "You forget he shares my blood, too, Zara,our son."

Michael stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. The knuckles had gone white. "Quit the crap, Kai. You kidnapped a two-year-old boy. Do you have any idea of the repercussions this is going to bring?”