Dax's brow rose. "Lucas?"
Chris groaned quietly, already regretting opening his mouth. "Oh, no."
"Christopher…" Dax's tone was deceptively calm, as if he knew he would not like the answer. His arm around Chris tightened just enough to remind him there was no escaping this conversation. "What does Cressida and Serathine teaching you have to do with Lucas?"
"It's… a long story."
"I have time."
Chris sighed, tipping his head back against Dax's shoulder. "One that starts with Mia asking me about my suppressants."
"The ones you didn't want to tell me about," Dax said evenly.
"Well…" Chris hesitated, eyes flicking toward the terrace lights as if the city might bail him out. "I told her only because I knew you asked her to. And because she can't lie to me, not when she looks that guilty."
Dax's gaze narrowed. "And Lucas was there."
"Unfortunately."
"What did he say?"
