Kamal inclined his head once toward Liam.
"Lord Liam."
The title was perfectly delivered.
And somehow carrying the faint implication that Kamal could absolutely have someone buried beneath the diplomatic palace if scheduling permitted.
Liam stared at him for another second before looking slowly toward Arik.
Arik smiled in a way that made Liam question even the idea of resisting this mess of a future relationship. "Steward Kamal, this is Liam Sienna Canmore. My fiancee."
"Not officially if you ignore George's announcement," Liam said with a grimace.
Arik's expression softened with faint amusement, but his posture remained composed beneath the dark imperial coat.
"George has a regrettable tendency to mistake political ambition for permission."
"That is an elegant way to describe public kidnapping by stationery."
Noah quietly looked away toward the windows.
Mezos remained near the doorway, arms crossed, visibly deciding not to involve himself.
