Maya's POV
"Do you realize what kind of chaos you've unleashed?"
Dominic paced across the living room like a caged animal, his hands cutting through the air in typical Valentian fashion. "I had to spin some ridiculous tale about Roderick tumbling down the staircase to explain why his face looked like hamburger meat!"
Sebastian sat in his fresh navy shirt, his expression unreadable despite the dark bruise shadowing his cheekbone and the angry cut slicing through his eyebrow.
"Did Arthur buy the story?" he asked, completely dismissing his cousin's theatrical distress.
"Not even close." Dominic collapsed onto the couch next to Penelope with dramatic flair. "But he played along, which somehow makes everything worse. And Victoria was practically hurling clothes into her luggage. They bolted like the house was about to explode."
