Catherine was still holding onto Lucius, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, when his voice broke the quiet morning air.
His tone was calm, too calm, but there was something behind it—a quiet edge, something restrained, something unreadable.
Catherine blinked, pulling back just enough to look at him. His expression was as composed as ever, but the sharpness in his gaze was unmistakable.
"I told you," she said evenly. "I was just out celebrating with my team. Nothing more."
Lucius hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Your team?"
"Emily, Rachel, Nathan—"
She barely finished speaking before she noticed it—the flicker in his eyes, fleeting but there.
"Nathan, huh?"
Catherine inhaled slowly. Oh. So that’s what this was.
Lucius wasn’t the type to show jealousy outright. He was
