Andrew cleared his throat again, shifting from brother to prosecutor to man-who-is-trying-to-stop-an-avalanche with nothing but coffee and moral exhaustion.
"Alright," he said, "quick rundown before Mia derails us again. The Maleks moved their flight up. They're already talking about 'representing the family.' They want visibility, they want association with Saha, and they want proximity to Chris."
Mia stabbed a piece of melon like it had personally offended her. "They want bragging rights. 'Our omega married a king's blah, blah, power, blah, status, blah, leeching."
Chris sighed. "I hate it when you're right."
"They're not dangerous," Andrew added, "not in a military sense. But politically? They're opportunistic. And loud."
"Very loud," Mia echoed.
Dax listened quietly, fingers tapping once against the table, just once, but it was enough to make the air thicken.
"They will not touch you," he said simply.
Mia blinked. "…That was deeply comforting."
