Lucian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his dressing suite, his reflection pale against the glass. He wasn't looking at the city; he was watching Adrian through the mirror.
Adrian stood in the center of the room, shedding the prince-like image of the previous day. He was focused, his movements efficient. He pulled on a pair of fitted black gloves, smoothing the fabric over each finger. When the left glove resisted, he caught the edge of the cuff between his teeth, tugging it tight with a sharp, feral snap of his jaw.
He stepped into heavy combat boots, lacing them with quickly. Finally, he clipped the matte-black ear pod—personally engineered by Lucian's tech unit—into his right ear.
