Jax blinked, then immediately seized the opportunity.
"Oh!" he said, glancing toward the doorway. "Look at the time. Owen, we'd better get going. Ollie's probably already wondering where we are."
"Ah! Right!"
Owen, the huge and unexpected fly on the wall—who suddenly remembered that he wasn't watching from behind some screen and was actually physically present—nodded almost frantically.
If there'd ever been a perfect excuse to escape this suffocating atmosphere, then this was undoubtedly it.
Unfortunately, the twins had no intention of letting them leave so easily.
Lyrian stepped forward, the pleasant smile on his face thinning just enough to betray a crack beneath it.
"Lord Killian," he said smoothly, "surely you aren't planning to simply leave after... such an exhibition?"
Still holding Jax's hand over his face, said cursed person with that godforsaken name finally found his voice.
