"Are you okay?" Adam asked, his voice low and steady as he shut the door to his study. The distant hum of music and laughter still floated from the living room, but in here, silence pressed thick and heavy.
Raymond stood with his back to him, staring out the tall windows overlooking the moonlit garden. His shoulders were tense—too still, too quiet.
"No," Raymond said at last, not turning around. "You need to double your security."
Adam's brows drew together. "Why? What happened?"
Raymond turned then, and something in his expression—something raw and haunted—made Adam's pulse spike.
"She overheard," Raymond said grimly. "Beatrice. She heard everything I said to Minerva."
Adam took a step forward, tension tightening his spine. "Everything?"
