Lorien POV
“Auren is busy,” I said evenly as I walked past him toward the dining room, keeping my eyes locked on his. Just before I moved out of reach, I couldn’t resist narrowing my gaze and muttering, “Your collar’s crooked.”
His expression softened, and I caught the subtle twitch of amusement threatening his lips. Still, he slipped free of Lysandra’s grasp and followed after me.
It felt good empowering, even.
If he’d been wearing a tie, I might’ve grabbed it and used it to drag him away from her myself. But watching him leave her behind of his own accord? That was even better.
We had barely reached the dining room when the front door slammed shut behind us. Over Auren’s shoulder, I saw the foyer empty out just before he closed the double doors, shutting us inside together.
“Do you
