Lucien stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him to keep Devon from hearing. Rowan dropped his hands from his face, cheeks still red from embarrassment, but his expression quickly shifted into something more serious.
Then… curious.
Suspicious, even.
"Alpha…" Rowan began slowly, eyes flicking to the closed door behind Lucien. "Before I say anything else… I just want to clarify something."
Lucien raised a brow. "Clarify what?"
Rowan scratched his cheek, looking anywhere but directly at Lucien. "It's just… Devon. And you. In there. In a bathroom. With him sitting on a counter while you were, uh… basically holding him."
Lucien's jaw tightened. "Rowan."
"I'm just saying!" Rowan hissed in a whisper, hands raised defensively. "If you two share some kind of… bond, or... or if something happened that I should be aware of..."
"Nothing happened."
Rowan gave him a very pointed look. "Alpha. You say that, but you were wiping his face like he's your little..."
