Dashiell wore a black suit and stood in front of Fiammetta with a stern expression. He didn't speak, just occasionally nodded. When his eyelids closed lightly, the slender corners of his eyes gleamed with cold light.
Liora kept her eyes on Leander, but she noticed Dashiell approaching. Unconsciously, she shifted away, thinking he wanted to take a look at Leander. Instead, she saw him striding toward the elevator at the end of the corridor. His tall figure, as he walked away, exuded a sense of emotional detachment, even the strands of hair at the back of his head seemed to emit a cold, distant feeling.
After he took the elevator downstairs, she still felt a chill in the air, like the scent of icy cedar.
Fiammetta seemed to regard Dashiell as the head of the household and Leander as her s
