Chapter 22: Dinner With the Grand Duke
"They’ve sent you as the messenger."
Trevor didn’t flinch. But he didn’t deny it, either.
"Hmm..." Trevor mused, tone low. "More like Sera knew I wouldn’t keep my mouth shut."
Lucas arched a brow. "Is that supposed to comfort me?"
Trevor leaned back slightly, one arm resting across the back of his chair. "It’s supposed to be honest."
That answer gave Lucas pause.
Not because it was kind. But because it wasn’t wrapped in diplomacy or court language. There was no sales pitch. No ’we just want what’s best for you.’
Just one man, stating plainly that he wasn’t going to lie.
Lucas studied him thoroughly. The broad shoulders, the tightly controlled posture, the deceptively relaxed tone. This wasn’t an alpha used to getting his way by force. This was someone who wore control like armor, and he did not waste it unless absolutely necessary.
A man who wouldn’t play nice if the stakes weren’t real.
"Then be honest," Lucas said, voice low. "What did Sera tell you about me?"
Trevor didn’t hesitate.