Damien leaned on the doorframe. His voice was casual, his eyes weren’t. “You two look cozy.”

Zara went still. Heat crawled up her neck. She pulled back from Jake fast, smoothing her dress like it mattered. She didn’t look at Damien.

“I should rest,” she said, already moving. Liam was by the stairs, restless, watching. He fell in step behind her without a word. The study door shut.

Jake lit a cigarette. The flame cut the silence.

“You walk in without knocking.”

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