The grand dining hall was filled with the clinking of silverware and quiet conversations.
Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the long table where Prince Angelus sat between Cassiel and Gael.
Across from them sat Angelus's sister, speaking animatedly with her husband, Gael.
Cassiel noticed the way Angelus kept glancing in their direction, his deep green eyes lingering just a little too long.
His expression was unreadable, but Cassiel knew that look. It was the gaze of someone remembering, of someone being pulled back into the past and Cassiel wasn't about to let that happen.
Keeping his expression calm, Cassiel let his hand slip under the table. His fingers brushed against Angelus's thigh, warm through the fine fabric of his trousers. He pressed gently, his touch firm but slow.
Angelus tensed. His fork hesitated midway to his lips, and a sharp breath left him. Cassiel smirked.
