Caesar's POV

The owner of Lush's office smelled like expensive whiskey, cigars, and a certain fear disguised as arrogance.

The man behind the desk, Oscar Miller, was pretending to be calm. But his fingers drumming against the wooden surface betrayed his unease. He couldn't hide his discomfort, and I wasn't making any effort to be cordial.

That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him uncomfortable. Cornered. And I was succeeding.

"I don't quite understand the reason for your visit," he be