The tension in the air was palpable as Tristan stared Julian down, his eyes holding a dangerous glint. I wasn't there to witness it, but later, I would learn what happened in that parlor—a confrontation that would change everything.
***
Tristan leaned against the doorframe, blocking Julian's path. "Looking for someone?"
Julian's expression flickered with momentary surprise before smoothing into practiced charm. "Tristan. I was just heading to the bathroom."
"Interesting choice of direction," Tristan observed, his tone deceptively casual. "Considering the nearest bathroom is in the opposite wing."
Julian's jaw tightened. "I don't see how my movements in my future father-in-law's house are any of your concern."
"They become my concern when you're skulking around trying to find Seraphina," Tristan replied, straightening to his full height. "Who, by the way, is out with me tonight."