Malrik
Raven rolls his eyes at the smell, and my daughter strolls in without knocking.
Dressed in a cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans, her hair was styled in long curls, framing her face. Liz barely glanced at Gabe before turning her attention to me, arms crossed. “Daddy, I’ve been looking for you.”
[Probably needs clothes for a yacht ride]
Ignoring my wolf, I sighed, already bracing myself. “Liz.”
“Can we talk?”
Gabe took that as his cue to leave, muttering something about not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, even though it was his office. I leveled my gaze at Liz, waiting, not moving from my seat.
She exhaled dramatically. “I need money.”
[Of course.]
“For?” I asked, ignoring Raven. He won’t understand the bond between parents and their spawn. Animals don’t
