Davis's POV
The gala was still buzzing behind me as I stepped into my father's private study. The heavy oak door clicked shut, cutting off the sound of music and laughter. My father sat behind his large desk, a glass of aged whiskey in his hand, his sharp eyes already watching me with that familiar calculating look.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Father took a slow sip before speaking. "Your brother brought that Omega tonight. What do you make of him?"
I crossed my arms, choosing my words carefully. "Lirien? He's… different. Quiet. Polite. Not the usual type Vael would chase after."
My father's lips curled slightly. "He smells strong. Even with blockers. And Vael is clearly attached. Too attached. That kind of weakness can be exploited."
