The palace loomed quieter than usual as the car pulled through the private entrance.
Trevor didn't wait for the driver. The moment the door opened, he stepped out and circled to the other side, lifting Lucas into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
No guards. No aides. No staff at all.
Lucas arched a brow as he glanced around the silent hallway. "Did you bribe the entire wing to disappear?"
"I asked for privacy," Trevor said simply. "Windstone made it happen. I don't ask questions when he's like that."
Lucas didn't complain. He just let himself be held, the warmth of Trevor's chest steady against his side, the clean scent of soap and aftershave clinging to his collar. The echo of Trevor's footsteps rang low against marble floors and silk runners, the hush of the palace corridors swallowing the rest.
