“Have a seat,” Alvin said at last, gesturing faintly toward the chair across from him. His tone softened, but the weight behind his words did not. 

“You shouldn’t have abandoned your work at the Atelier. I’m aware things are quiet for you right now—Anthony isn’t around but that’s exactly why you should be careful.” 

A sigh slipped out of him as he rubbed his temples, weariness etched into every line of his face. 

“What happens when he suddenly returns, and I have no idea how to present you?” His gaze lifted briefly, sharp despite his fatigue. “It’s already bad enough being in Anthony’s black book… I’d rather not end up...