Davis's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Lirien.
Even after leaving Vael's apartment the night before, his scent lingered in my mind,sweet, warm, and undeniably addictive. The way he had looked at me when I spoke to him at the gala, the slight tremble in his voice, the way his body had reacted even while he tried to pull away… it all confirmed what I had suspected.
He was ours.
Not just Vael's.
Ours.
The next morning, I sent Vael a message asking him to meet me at a quiet café near the edge of the city — somewhere private, away from prying eyes and ears. He agreed, though I could sense his reluctance through the short reply.
When I arrived, Vael was already there, sitting at a corner table with a black coffee in front of him. His expression was guarded, but I knew my brother well enough to see the storm behind his eyes.
I sat down across from him without greeting.
