The manor was still when the carriage rolled into the courtyard. Torches burned low, their smoke curling in the night air.
Guards at the gate straightened as Shannon dismounted, reaching first for Tristan's violin case before offering his hand. Tristan accepted without hesitation.
"Thank you, mate." Tristan arched his brow. "Was that a wink or a twitch?"
Shannon winked instinctively. He was sure Tristan saw it under the pale moonlight, but was denying it.
"Careful, Alpha. If you keep carrying the violin, people will think it's yours."
"Wouldn't be the first time they've mistaken your music for mine."
"As if you could even hold a bow the right way."
"I don't need to," Shannon replied smoothly. "I already have someone to play for me."
Tristan's ears turned crimson.
