ZADEN'S POV
Silverstone pack
“Master, do you need anything?”
“Welcome home, sir.”
“Your jacket, sir.”
Their voices came in a soft cascade, overlapping just enough to feel rehearsed, as though my arrival had been timed to the second.
The maids flanked around me, never colliding, each one knowing exactly where to be without a single command from my lips.
I didn’t break my stride as the grand doors eased open before me.
A few steps in, I halted just enough to mark my presence, then slipped the golden ring from my finger in one smooth motion, lifting it briefly.
It was gone from my hand in the next second, passed seamlessly into Butler Grey’s care, then tucked away inside the black suitcase for safekeeping.
A hand reached for my coat before I could even shrug it off, nimble finger
