"Nothing." Cyrus returned his attention to the contract; his signature flowed across the page in perfect, controlled strokes.
"Forget I said anything."
But Kane's fox ears twitched, picking up the tension threading through Cyrus's carefully neutral tone.
"No, seriously. What was that about?"
Kane leaned forward in his chair, amber eyes studying Cyrus's profile as the dragon continued signing documents with unnecessary force.
"You got weird when I mentioned caring about Rina."
Cyrus set down his pen harder than necessary.
The rational part of his mind recognized the absurdity—he had no claim on Kane's concern, no right to feel this sharp twist in his chest when Kane's voice softened with worry for someone else.
They weren't in a relationship. They barely qualified as friends most days.
"Rina's my closest friend at work," Kane continued, oblivious to Cyrus's internal struggle.
"Of course I'm worried about her. She's been there for me since day one at the Bureau."
