Caius’s POV

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence, Caius?” Darius’s tone was relaxed, but I could see the cracks in his composure. He was trying hard to keep his mask intact. “As far as I know, you don’t just walk into gatherings like this one.”

I sneered, my gaze sliding across the room. Every seat was taken. Not a single chair was vacant. I guess no one expected me.

“I’m sorry,” Darius said with a smug smile. “We didn’t save you a seat. You never said you ...