Lara noticed the subtle shift in Liam's expression. His eyes instinctively moved toward the sealed cases containing the relics before briefly scanning the room itself, as though calculating possible threats even inside Ares' heavily guarded mansion.
The sight stirred something warm inside her chest.
He was worried about her.
Not the treasure.
Her.
"You're overthinking again, Brother," Lara teased lightly. "But… thank you for worrying about my safety."
The word made Liam freeze for half a second.
Brother.
It sounded like a beautiful symphony to his ears.
A faint blush crept across his cheeks. He cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away from her, suddenly finding the far wall very interesting.
Logan caught the reaction immediately and had to bite back a grin. Liam always became painfully awkward whenever someone praised him—especially when it came from someone whose attention he secretly craved.
Meanwhile, Ares' eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.
He had noticed it.
