Ethan closed the door behind him with a soft click.
Adrian stood near the bed, brushing Seraphina's soft silver-blond hair as she drifted to sleep in her crib. Aurelius was already nestled next to his sister, snoring gently with his little fist pressed under his chin.
Ethan waited, watching the way Adrian's fingers moved—tender, calm, unhurried.
Once Adrian was sure the twins were asleep, he finally turned toward Ethan.
Ethan's face was unreadable at first, but his eyes—those piercing steel-gray eyes—held a glint of protectiveness, even fury, still burning from the confrontation with Lady Sachel.
"I'll let you decide," Ethan said softly, walking across the room and stopping in front of him. "What happens to her."
Adrian blinked, slightly confused.
"To who?"
Ethan's voice was low. "Lady Sachel. I meant what I said downstairs. You can decide her punishment."
