womenâs lips in unison as they leaned toward each other.
Lenox smirked and took a bite of his French toast. It had been a long time since heâd had such a delicious batch of French toast. With all the work he and his fam did to guide and help in the city, breakfast wasnât something eaten all the time.
Studying both beautiful women, Lenox inhaled and snipped at each pain circuit running through Sannaâs body. The woman had been lit up like a Christmas tree, pain flowing through her whole body. The same was going on with Kyo as well, but as he glanced at the pair, he noticed these ladiesâ energy lines were not like those of the typical human.
Softly laughing, Lenox took a sip of his café-worthy coffee. âLet me explain again. Your loan in Aset has been moved over to the new property without any increase or rate change due to the fire. Our investigation crew clearly saw that the fire was no fault of yours or anyone employed by you. Because of this, and the fact that we recognize that Aset is extremely important to the welfare of the Three Points of St. Louis, weâve decided that this change is good.â
Sliding the new unsigned contract across the beautiful oak table, Lenox smiled. He was damn good at what he did. Law was his thing. Though he mainly worked with overseeing contractors and their negotiation within the company, this smoothly written document was his cardinal contract. It would bring nothing but double security and blessings upon the women in this household, even if they didnât know it. But glancing up at the matriarch of the house who had just walked in, he felt that maybe his perceptions might be off.
He watched the women huddle around each other and begin talking in hushed voices as he leaned back. As he slowly drank his refilled cup of coffee, he studied them and inwardly chuckled. The women were beautiful; he could clearly understand why Khamun always came back from his sentries tired, stressed, and angry. These women had auras around them that demanded any man with a right mind protect them, lay down law on anyone who came into their lives and tried to harm it.
Calmly soaking in Sannaâs image, he absentmindedly nodded as the women asked him questions pertaining to the contract. Sanna was beautiful. The way the light soaked into her soft, thick wavy curls of hair, frizzy and pulled up into a free-form puff, brought a comforting feel to his heart. He could see her running around with many children while handling business with her restaurant. He could see her with her many hobbies, and he could clearly see the happy man standing by her side protecting her âtil the day she died, her husband Khamun.
Lenox abruptly sat up, raising an eyebrow at the vision. He wasnât a seer. The only time something like this happened was if something extremely important and dangerous was about to happen, and he was being called to go lose himself in the Society libraries, searching for needed information, all due to a Denotation vision.
Replaying the image in his mind, he shook his head. No, Khamun wasnât her husband.
He stood protective over Sanna watching, happy yet sad, pain in his expression. Dark feathers lay around the pair as he reached to take Sannaâs hand and froze, unable to touch her. Sanna sat watching her children. Tears of blood he hadnât noticed before slid down her cheeks, as the children who had his amber eyes disappeared in the darkness that overshadowed the pair. He could hear Kyoâs screams in the background. Sannaâs skin suddenly glowed .
With a quick look over the women of the house, he quickly stood and reached for his phone. âExcuse me, ladies. I must make a call.â
Hastily moving out of the kitchen, he walked outside and hit two numbers. âEldress Vâance y Aâlor, Society is in danger. I just was given a Denotation vision, which I must research.â
He knotted his brows in concern, listening to
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