Trevor's gaze lingered, violet and unflinching, the way he sometimes studied ledgers when the numbers told a story only he could read. "You're projecting," he said at last, the words quiet, almost gentle in how certain they were.
Lucas didn't flinch. His smirk stayed in place, but the silence after was answer enough.
Trevor's fingers tapped once against the armrest, thoughtful, precise. "You survived, Christian. Chris won't have to. Dax may be violent and may already walk the knife's edge, but his desperation is human. He wants a mate. And he never treated his partners bad… more like…"
"...like?"
Trevor exhaled, his mouth curving the faintest degree. "The only comparison I can give is… Dax is like a husky."
Lucas blinked, then snorted before he could stop himself. "A husky. You just compared the most terrifying alpha in Saha to a sled dog."
