Andrew sighed like a man making a reckless decision with both eyes open, fully aware it was still the best option he had. He stepped forward and handed the envelope to Dax.
Dax accepted it with two fingers, careful and almost lazy, as if paper couldn't possibly matter… until it did. His gaze dropped to the seal, the cream stock, and the old-fashioned weight of something meant to outlive people.
The amusement didn't leave his face, but the predator inside him was already baring his teeth.
Rowan shifted half a step behind him, silent, but his attention locked in the moment the envelope appeared. Beth remained perfectly still at Andrew's side, posture composed, eyes clear.
Dax turned the envelope once, reading what he could without breaking anything. Then he looked up.
"What is it?" he asked, tone light. "A love letter? A threat? A family tragedy wrapped in stationery?"
Andrew's jaw tightened. "A will."
Dax's smile remains, but a brow raised in question. "Whose?"
