“What are you doing here?” Famke asked Royal. “Where’s Precious?”
“Sleeping,” he motioned to the booth where her feet hung off the edge. “She fell asleep on the ride here and wouldn’t wake up when we arrived. She’s too tired.” He held his arms out, “come here.”
She rushed into his arms, and he wrapped them around her tight and squeezed her, inhaling deeply of her hair and nuzzling her neck.
She was vaguely aware of Nyx being yanked by Koda through the swinging doors of the coffee shop and the man telling Keshaun he was going to use his office for a bit. She fought the giggle as she snuggled against Royal’s chest.
“I missed you, baby girl.”
“I missed you too,” her eyes opened to look beyond him to the booth. Everything in her screamed to run and hold the child but fear of making Preci
