Idris’s gaze flicked to me, and for a moment, his expression softened. Lucas, on the other hand, seemed less inclined to let the matter drop, but he eventually looked away, muttering something under his breath.
“I was just about to show Idris where he can stay,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
My father, who had been watching the exchange from a distance, approached. “I’m afraid our accommodations are quite humble,” he said, his tone polite but laced with subtle disapproval. “We don’t have any rooms fit for a guest of his standing.”
Idris didn’t even blink. “Then I’ll take Isadora’s room.”
The room fell into stunned silence.
“Excuse me?!” Lucas’s voice rose an octave, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
My father coughed, clearly taken aback. “That’s... highly inappropriate.”
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