“Lucas, you’ve been at it all night. Time to rest—have a glass of your favorite star-crystal wine to ease the strain.”
Mira padded softly across the plush carpet, her steps light as she lingered outside Lucas’s office door. When silence confirmed no further stirrings within, she knocked, her face blooming with a practiced, radiant smile. She entered, balancing a tray, her demeanor warm and solicitous.
The wine glass gleamed, its pale purple star crystals shimmering in a wildberry blend, crowned with a sprig of mint. The crisp scent loosened the knot in Lucas’s brow, his tense expression softening. His gaze met Mira’s, a flicker of gratitude warming his eyes. “Thank you.”
“We’re family,” she replied, her voice honeyed. “No need for formalities.”
As Lucas lifted the glass, sipping deeply
