The room felt colder than it should have.
Lucian closed the door behind him, the soft click hanging in the air, sharp and final.
Rafe was already there, leaning against the wall with casual ease but the slight tension in his stance betrayed him.
“You called?” Rafe’s voice was smooth, measured.
Lucian’s eyes narrowed.
“Yes,” he said, low and controlled. “And I want answers.”
Rafe lifted an eyebrow, a small, careful motion.
“Answers about what?”
Lucian stepped forward, erasing the distance between them.
“About last night. About the breach. About everything.”
Rafe shrugged, almost as if it were nothing, but his shoulders tightened just enough to be noticeable.
Lucian didn’t miss it. He studied him every twitch, every flicker of expression.
“Selene was hurt,” he said finally, each
