The morning broke pale and sharp over the Capital manor, the air inside carrying that faint, clinical chill that came when too many unfamiliar people were moving through old halls.
Trevor stepped out alone. Lucas was still sleeping upstairs, tucked in against pillows that still held the soft trace of his scent, and Trevor intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
He'd changed into something far more dangerous than his usual regalia. Black tailored trousers, a crisp white shirt fitted close across his shoulders, the top button left undone. An expensive watch gleamed at his wrist, the gold catching the same light as the discreet cufflinks fastening his sleeves. A matching leather belt cut clean across his waist, understated but unmistakably costly. His hair was pushed lightly back, not slicked into formality, just enough to keep it from falling into his eyes. On his feet, slippers, soft and silent against the polished floors.
