Trevor buttoned the last button of his white shirt and watched the ring on his hand catch the light.
A plain band of platinum, engraved with his house seal, a symbol people barely noticed until they understood what it meant. Trevor noticed it every time. Not because he needed reminding, but because some days demanded it, days where the world tried to turn family into policy and love into leverage.
He adjusted his cuffs and kept his breathing slow.
He was still in love with Lucas.
No. That was too tame. Love implied something gentle and safe. What Trevor felt for his mate had grown past that. It had hardened into devotion with teeth, that didn't fade with time but became more certain and more willing to destroy whatever tried to take Lucas from him. People loved to talk about loyalty like it was a virtue.
Trevor had always treated it like a weapon.
His thoughts dragged back, uninvited, to Caelan.
