_Nathan’s POV_
By morning, the shape of the problem was obvious.
Elias wanted me available.
Damian wanted Miles restrained.
And neither of them needed to coordinate to make the result feel intentional.
I met Miles behind the athletic complex before classes, far enough from the main doors to avoid easy attention. He looked like he had slept in pieces.
“He texted again,” Miles said without hello.
“Damian?”
“Yes.” He showed me the message.
**Father:**
I expect quieter conduct this week. If your presence is required, it will be requested through proper channels.
Proper channels. As if anything about this had been proper for weeks.
“He’s testing compliance,” I said.
“I know.” Miles pocketed the phone. “If I ignore him completely, he escalates. If I obey too well, Rowan gets the
