The heavy tension that had hung over the mansion for the past twenty-four hours finally began to fade by the next morning. After the intense night in the private office, Harrison's dark mood had softened significantly.
His deep, possessive instincts were fully satisfied for now, and the suffocating pressure of his Enigma aura had turned back into a calm, protective warmth.
Julius sat at the long dining room table, a hot cup of coffee resting between his hands. His body still felt a little sore from the desk, but the agonizing frustration from the day before was completely gone.
He looked much more relaxed, his cheeks having a healthy color again.
Harrison sat at the head of the table, dressed in a fresh charcoal suit. He was tapping his pen against a stack of folder files, waiting for Marcus to finish setting up the tablet at the center of the table.
His patience was slowly running thin.
