"With you," Liam added, because apparently he had decided honesty should injure everyone present. "To Agaron."
Arik came closer slowly, stopping on the other side of the bench. "Yes."
Everyone waited.
Liam could feel it.
Mara had gone very still with her tablet pressed to her chest. Stanford's expression had turned blanker than usual, which meant he was preparing for either emotional collapse or physical extraction. Mezos stood near the corridor feed with the rare discipline of a man who had decided not to make a joke because the room might explode. Even Arik looked as if one wrong breath would make him burn down Canmore Palace out of sympathy.
They were all waiting for the obvious consequence.
A souring mood.
A sharp laugh.
A ward flare beneath Liam's shirt because his emotions had become another medical hazard, apparently.
Perhaps a meltdown.
None of that happened.
