Kermit's POV
For what felt like an eternity, silence stretched between us, our gazes locked in a battle of wills.
Eventually, he surrendered to the tension and settled back into his chair.
"I suppose we ought to have our discussion now." He clasped his hands behind his neck. "But first, I'm curious about how the children are doing."
A cold sensation crept through my ribs, though I kept my face stone-still, refusing to break eye contact even as his lips curved into that familiar, mocking grin.
"You understand, my dear niece and nephew. Haven't had the pleasure of meeting them yet. But I certainly would like to. Would you allow such a meeting, Kermit?"
I tilted my head slightly. "Say another word about my children and we're finished here."
He let out a low laugh. "Very well. I want what's mine returned to me." His voice dropped to something more menacing, though he still managed to sound pathetic.
