His expression darkened.
Without warning, he grabbed the empty cup beside him and tossed it.
The cup landed near her knees with a dull clatter.
Not close enough to hurt.
Just close enough to express his anger.
“So now you remember your manners?”
His voice carried years of frustration.
“Interesting.”
Raina remained still.
Unflinching.
Because she understood.
This wasn’t cruelty.
This was hurt.
And hurt often disguised itself as anger.
“Horace.”
This time Xavier’s voice carried more authority.
“You shouldn’t get worked up.”
The old man immediately glared at him.
“I’ll decide that myself.”
“You remember what Park said.”
Horace scowled.
“Nonsense.”
Quentin quickly stepped in.
“Park arrives tomorrow.”
That earned another glare.
“If he checks your blood pressure and sees
