I started toward the exit, but Kael’s long, measured strides brought him alongside me before I could disappear into the shadows of the alley. He made no mention of the last incident. His voice was calm, controlled—the low, steady rumble of a Don who had learned patience.
“It’s Alfred’s celebration tonight,” he said simply. “He’s invited the family and the crew for dinner.”
I paused under the glow of the streetlamp, watching him. “Very well,” I replied.
We walked in silence. The air carried a faint trace of jasmine from a nearby balcony, a subtle fragrance that clung to Kael like a quiet signature.
On impulse, I asked, “Do you like jasmine?”
His amber eyes flickered briefly, betraying a thought he didn’t voice. “It’s… acceptable,” he said.
I clenched my jaw. Then why do I always sense it around you? Why does it linger when you’re with her? I said nothing more.
When we reached the courtyard where Alfred’s gathering was held, I saw Via and the others waiting. Her eyes widened slightly at our approach, the faintest edge of surprise in her gaze.
“Good evening, Kael. Betty,” she greeted, voice smooth but measured. “We’ve been expecting you.”