Nathaniel watched her go, his expression unreadable, but a flicker of something—something almost like satisfaction—flashed across his eyes.
As the door closed behind Evelyn, Cassandra let out a soft, knowing laugh, her eyes still locked on the space where Evelyn had been.
"Well, well, my lord. It seems I've arrived just in time."
Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. He said nothing, but the faintest, most dangerous smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Indeed," he murmured. "Indeed, you have."
Cassandra's steps were calculated as she leaned closer to Nathaniel, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound accompanying her approach. She stopped just short of him, her lips curling into a subtle, dangerous smile.
