As he walked through the penthouse hallway, his thoughts lingered briefly on Maya, still resting in their bedroom after their extended time together. A small smile played across his lips. Time manipulation certainly had its advantages.
He ruled her.
Wait—that wasn't right.
Parker paused mid-stride, shaking his head to clear the dissonant thought. The time distortion must have affected his perception more than he'd realized.
He entered the living room where the others were gathered. Nyxavere and Seraphina, his daughters, occupied opposite ends of the sofa—Nyxavare reading intently while Seraphina scrolled through her phone. Atalanta lounged in an armchair by the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Bella supervised the final breakfast preparations with her usual precision, directing staff with subtle gestures.
