Zion sat silently beside Leonardo, swirling the red wine in his glass with slow, thoughtful motions. His gaze drifted lazily across the table until it paused on Alexa.
She was staring.
Her eyes hadn't moved from Leonardo's face for minutes now, wide and fixed like she was trying to memorize the curve of his jaw or the way his fingers held the glass. Not even blinking, not even hiding it.
Zion's own eyes narrowed slightly, the glass pausing at his lips.
Did she forget he's married?
He didn't say it aloud. He never did. Zion rarely spoke unless necessary, but his eyes glistened with something unreadable, curiosity, amusement…
He slowly shifted his gaze to the other side.
Alan was far too drunk to notice anything. One woman was whispering in his ear, the other feeding him something sweet from her fingers.
Zion took a small sip of his wine. He didn't interfere. He just watched everyone.
