The route back to the diplomatic palace was peaceful.
That was, of course, if Liam chose to ignore several important details.
First, Arik was far busier than he had allowed Liam to notice over the past few days. The moment they entered the armored car, secured behind tinted glass, layered silence wards, and enough Shadow surveillance to make the city outside irrelevant, the prince opened three projection screens with the ease of a man who had been holding back an entire government by force of will.
Second, he was working with only one hand.
Because the other was locked around Liam's waist.
And third, Liam was in his lap.
Not metaphorically.
Not in any polite diplomatic sense that could be explained away by seating constraints or security arrangements.
