"Boys, make sure Rafael feels comfortable."
Daniel straightened like he'd been given an actual mission. Philip looked relieved to have clear instructions. Bruno looked… entertained, until Catherine's gaze flicked his way and he immediately remembered fear.
Catherine left the sitting room without another word, fully expecting Gregoris to follow.
Gregoris stayed still for two seconds. Then he let out a sigh.
Not the irritated exhale he'd used at the manor gates. This one sounded… human. Resigned. Like a man accepting that the only way out was through.
Rafael watched him, surprised by that tiny crack in the armor.
Gregoris leaned in briefly, his hand brushing the small of Rafael's back, a grounding touch that was equal parts apology and claim. "I'll be back."
Rafael's mouth twitched. "Try not to get disowned."
Gregoris glanced at him, silver eyes flat. "They won't."
Then he followed Catherine down the corridor.
