~Grace~
The silence that follows Rafe's warning is absolute.
He is standing at the edge of the room now, arms loose at his sides, chin dipped just slightly — the posture of a man who has never once needed to raise his voice to be believed. His eyes track the crowd with something almost bored in them, like he's already calculated every possible outcome and found none of them interesting.
He's worse than Bruno in that way. Bruno feels like a storm you can see coming. Rafe feels like a storm that has already decided where it's going to land.
My gaze moves back to him. He hasn't looked at anyone or even appeared slightly interested.
The guards at the far end push both doors wide without being asked. And he drags Leo out into the open.
The doors stay open.
