Braelyn's POV
Raphael froze, stopping mid-step. His shoulders hunched and I could feel the tension oozing from him.
He didn't turn, but I heard the breath he dragged in a long slow breath before muttering something inaudible to me. I grin glad I finally struck a nerve. I walked towards him, trying to glance over his shoulder.
"When will you be back?" I asked innocently like I was truly interested. His voice drifted over; it was still calm, but his tone sounded a bit stiff.
"The investors want to go for drinks after the meeting." He didn't look at me when he spoke. "So I might return late."
I feigned concern. "That's bad. Have you told Amelia? She would be worried if you stayed out too long." I muttered. Before, whenever he had to drink out late, I always used to call him to remind him not to stay out late. I was worried knowing how those meetings could spiral.
