Reed's Pov
Lucien watched his brother disappear, jaw tightening for a moment before smoothing out again. He glanced at Reed.
"Don't let him get under your skin," Lucien said.
Reed huffed a quiet laugh. "Little late for that."
Lucien shook his head, amused despite himself. He grabbed his jacket from the barre.
"Come on. Our reservation's in twenty minutes."
We left the studio together, stepping into the cooler evening air as they headed toward the restaurant—walking side by side, our earlier ease settling back between them. Conversation picked up naturally, comfortably, flowing as they crossed the street and disappeared into the city's rhythm.
