They left the office together, Trevor's hand resting lightly at the small of Lucas's back as they stepped into the long gallery. Afternoon light poured in through the tall windows, catching on polished wood and gilt frames. The manor felt bigger without voices ricocheting off the walls.
"Mia and Lucius?" Lucas asked as they passed the landing.
"Gone," Trevor said. "Contract in hand, chaperones in tow. Windstone put them in a car himself."
Lucas huffed a small laugh. "He probably made them sign for it like a courier package."
"Wouldn't put it past him." Trevor's thumb brushed over the back of Lucas's hand. "Alistair and Benjamin are still in town, but they're giving us space for once."
"Miracles happen," Lucas murmured.
