On the couch, Sebastian and Alexander were sprawled all over, sleeping like they'd had one too many. Luke, at least, looked a little more composed, slumped over with his chin tucked against his chest.

William, though? He sat alone in the armchair, posture ramrod straight despite leaning slightly back, eyes closed, one hand draped casually over the armrest. His aura of unapproachable authority was still intact, even in his current state.

Sophia and Eleanor ...