Marcus froze.
The melody was familiar.
Not because it was common.
But because it wasn’t.
It was the same lullaby his wife used to sing.
Something in his chest tightened, but before it could become anything else, his pride took over.
Control returned.
And with it, judgment.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His voice cut through the room, deep and sharp.
Emily startled, her hands tightening instinctively around Zion to keep him safe.
“Sir—I can explain,” she said quickly, her voice shaking but her grip steady.
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