"Yes."
"For fuck's sake," Lucas let the curse out.
That, in the end, had been the point where the conversation lost any remaining pretense of elegance.
Because once Nero's warning was spoken aloud, the room could no longer pretend it was discussing only heartbreak, poor judgment, and dynastic inconvenience.
Which was how, two days later, Trevor found out too.
Lucas insisted.
He did not phrase it as insistence, naturally. Lucas rarely needed to. He only looked at Sebastian over breakfast with the calmness of a man who had already decided what was right and wrong for the day. He said, "You are telling Trevor as well."
Sebastian, who had not yet finished his coffee and had hoped weakness might qualify as a temporary exemption, looked up from the table and said, "No."
Lucas buttered his toast with offensive composure. "That is not how transparency within a household works."
"That is absolutely how privacy works."
