Chapter 49: Protective Fiancé Syndrome (2)
Steve gave a quiet nod. "It’s good to see you again."
Lucas gestured to the seat across from his, calm and deliberate. "Thank you for coming."
Steve stepped into the room, his movements careful but not hesitant. He took one look at the setup—two armchairs and a sofa, one armchair occupied by Lucas, the other... now half-occupied by Trevor’s unnecessary presence—and faltered.
His steps slowed. Just for a second.
Trevor didn’t bother shifting. He sat like he belonged there, one foot over the knee, a finger lazily tracing the rim of his water glass.
Trevor looked at Steve the way a predator might observe a very polite, very harmless deer.
Steve’s gaze lingered a little too long on the chain around Trevor’s neck before he looked back to Lucas.
"I wasn’t sure if I should say yes," he admitted, settling into the seat with quiet posture. "But I thought... maybe you wanted something said. Or asked."
Lucas gave a small nod. "I did."
Trevor didn’t speak, but the weight of his presence was unmistakable. Alpha. Noble. Dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with rank and everything to do with being the type of person who knew he could ruin someone and wouldn’t bother to make it personal.
Steve’s eyes flicked to him again.
Lucas noticed.