Several hours later, no one had entered the suite.
Someone had approached twice.
The first set of footsteps stopped when Arik's ether rolled beneath the door in a warm, unmistakable warning. The second person appeared to notice the pressure from farther down the corridor and reconsidered before reaching the entrance.
Liam approved.
He sat barefoot at the far end of the sitting-room sofa, dressed in a loose shirt and soft trousers, wrapped almost completely inside the fluffiest blanket he had been able to find without involving an attendant. A cup of tea rested between his hands, warming fingers that were not actually cold.
The rest of him was warm enough.
Warm, sated, pleasantly exhausted, and still carrying the lingering heaviness of Arik inside him despite the bath he had taken. Moving required consideration. Sitting had required careful negotiation with several cushions.
He had therefore selected a position at a respectable distance from his alpha.
