"Marcella wants to see you," Thomas responded, his tone stiff.
Ian nodded once before facing Camelia again. He leaned in closer and whispered softly,
"Come over tonight. Use my window," he said against her ear, his breath warm on her skin, before pressing his lips gently against hers.
The kiss was mild, yet it lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary before Ian finally pulled away. He remained close for a brief moment, as if reluctant to leave her, before walking past Thomas, who still wore an evident displeased frown.
Thomas's gaze lingered on Camelia for a few seconds, sharp and assessing, before he scoffed under his breath and turned around, following behind his brother as he muttered quietly to himself.
In the sitting room of the Draven residence, the air hung stiff and he
