The moment Fenrir mentioned his brother, Louis Gram's expression shifted.
A flash of something sharp—panic, perhaps—flickered in his eyes before it vanished behind a neutral mask.
But Fenrir caught it, and so did the police officer standing beside him.
Louis tried to recover quickly.
"Young master, I understand this ordeal has shaken you, but refusing assistance from your family isn't wise. You're being rash. Please, think carefully—"
"I've already thought about it. And I'm not leaving with you. I said I don't trust you, and I meant it."
Fenrir said, voice flat and steady.
Louis's mouth thinned.
"This is not the time for rebellion. Your brother—"
"Doesn't concern me right now. I'm going home. Alone."
Fenrir cut in.
That struck a nerve.
The tension in Louis's shoulders became visible, his hands clenched at his sides despite the professional calm he was trying to project.
