Nero had been gone for less than five minutes when Dean and Arion were allowed into Sebastian's dressing room.
Dean knew that because Chris had checked the corridor twice before opening the door, apparently unwilling to trust Nero's procession schedule, palace security, or several hundred meters of ceremonial distance to keep him from discovering another reason to return.
"He left," Chris said. "Properly this time."
Dean stepped through the doorway.
And stopped.
Arion nearly walked into him.
Sebastian stood beside the long windows while Madame Celestine corrected the silver fastening at his waist, the morning light falling directly across the white ceremonial robe and turning parts of the embroidery almost metallic.
Dean had known about it.
