Chapter 113: An Interview
The hallway outside the suite was quiet, lined with silent guards who pretended not to see him button his collar and swipe the last trace of Lucas’s scent from his wrist.
By the time he reached the private meeting chamber, Dax was already seated, one arm draped along the curved back of the velvet chair, elegant shoe tapping a slow rhythm against the polished floor. A large folder lay open on the table, half-shadowed by the light filtering through etched glass.
"Fashionably late," Dax said without looking up. "I was beginning to think you’d forgotten how to walk."
Trevor didn’t bother with a response. He took the seat across from him.
Dax finally lifted his gaze. "You reek of pheromones."
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"This is what you get when you interrupt a couple on their honeymoon."
Dax’s lips twitched, like the ghost of a smirk had tried to form and died halfway. "Should I regret giving you a time limit?"
Trevor leaned back in his chair, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice. "Depends. Do you want him marked before we leave the capital or after Luna stops breathing?"
"Are you going to show your real face to Lucas?" Dax asked, a flicker of amusement lighting his purple eyes.
Trevor didn’t blink. "Of course not. He suspects. But I don’t want my mate to see the worst parts of me."
"Shame," Dax muttered, tilting his head. "The worst parts are always the most loyal."
Trevor ignored that. "So what do you have on Luna?"