Lennox's POV
Shit.
Mother recognized me.
How was that even possible?
I didn't have time to think about it. I couldn't. The moment was heavy and tense. I knew I had to do something, and I had to do it really well.
I couldn't let them find out my identity now.
I still hadn't figured out who wanted me dead.
It could be anyone.
It could even be one of the people in this room.
And if I let myself be exposed now, I would never find out who tried to kill me.
So I acted.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked, putting on my most confused voice. "I don't understand."
Mother didn't believe me.
She stepped closer and lifted her hand, touching my face. Her fingers trembled as they traced my cheek, her eyes searching me deeply, like she was trying to peel off the face I was wearing and find her son underneath.
My chest tightened.
I had to stop this.
