~Becklan's POV~
As we drove away, I caught one last glimpse of them in the rearview mirror. Leon was sitting rigidly, his hands clenched into tight fists, even as he forced a smile and continued talking to Theo. He looked trapped in his own life.
Frank glanced at me, his expression curious. "Becklan? What exactly happened back there? Why did Theo speak to you with such... disdain?"
I hesitated. I wanted to spill everything, the humiliation, the wine, the slap Leon took for me, but I realized I didn't know how deep their history ran. For all I knew, Frank and Theo were part of the same elite circle. "It's nothing, Mr. Frank," I said, offering a small, tired smile. "What can someone like me really say to a person like him? Everything is fine."
Frank didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. He was a gentleman to the end; he made sure I was settled into a comfortable hotel, checked the room's security, and left me with enough money to cover my stay before heading out.
