Liam placed his cutlery back on the plate, the faint clink echoing softly in the quiet dining room.
Dinner had been satisfying — not because the meal was extraordinary (though Evelyn and the maids had done a fine job) — but because his mind had been calm enough to actually taste and enjoy it.
Wiping his hands on the napkin, he rose from the table, offering a polite nod to Evelyn.
He had been asleep for most of the day after the Omni-Science assimilation, and his body felt too charged to even consider going to bed. What he needed wasn't sleep — it was a way to wind down. Something to occupy his mind without demanding too much effort.
And the private home theatre seemed like the perfect choice.
The moment Liam stepped inside, the scent of fresh leather and faint trace of polish wrapped around him. The space was cavernous but warm — plush carpeting underfoot, soft recessed lighting along the walls, and a massive, curved IMAX screen dominating the far end.
