The moonlight cast a silver glow across the floor as Angel moved through the master bedroom, brushing her hair at the vanity. Deacon was folding the last of the laundry, his usual calm presence soothing the edges of the long day.
"He's fitting in well," Angel said, setting the brush down and meeting Deacon's eyes in the mirror. "Elias. The staff likes him, especially Mouse. She seems to have really taken to him."
Deacon nodded, placing the last folded shirt into the drawer. "He's earned it. I wasn’t sure how he'd handle bookstore chaos, but he’s more adaptable than I expected. And Mouse needed someone steady who isn't trying to control her. Just...watch over her."
Angel stood and crossed to the bed, fluffing the pillows. "And Dorian staying in the room next to Elias? That’s good too."
