C105 A Call From His Enemy

OSLAZ’S POV

I watched my son and the girl with their heads bent over some paperwork. She was saying something to him, and he was laughing.

Theirs was bound to be a complicated relationship, but it was painfully obvious they loved each other.

I liked her, despite her shortcomings. She was intelligent—the fire melting his ice—and though polar opposites, they couldn’t be more suitable