The night didn't pass quietly for everyone. While Kyle dealt with Aiysha's breakdown in his apartment, across the city Marcello stood in his study watching the taillights of departing vehicles disappear down his estate's long driveway.
He'd given the order. The family heads were to return to their various countries, their territories, their operations. The gathering had served its purpose and drawn too much attention. Law enforcement would be asking questions soon if they hadn't started already. Better to disperse now, let things cool down, maintain the appearance that nothing significant had transpired.
They hadn't liked it. Lucius especially had protested, his Italian pride wounded by being dismissed like a servant. O'Rourke had grumbled about unfinished business. The Kurobane head had simply stared with those unreadable eyes before bowing and taking his leave. Even Isabeau, despite her relief at escaping further scrutiny, had hesitated before departing.
