Lucien pov

Lucas was a spy.

That was what Silas had uttered the moment both Lucas and Verya stepped out of the study. His voice was cool, steady, calm as ever as he took the seat beside me, unbothered on the surface, his expression unreadable, stoic, as though the events of today hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

But they had.

There was a crack beneath that calm. The tension and anger was deliberately restrained.

Silas wasn’t the only one who knew his brothers. I knew mine too. And despite the cold mask, despite the act of indifference, I understood him in ways even he didn’t understand himself. The same...