Gustav glanced over the front passenger seat, checking Lucian's mood. Ever since Silvestre left, there had been something in the air around Lucian that even Gustav couldn't name.
I wonder… what made him upset?
Although the entire situation had already been unsettling, Lucian's mood had only shifted after Silvestre walked out.
As for Lucian, he stared quietly out the window. His stoic expression gave nothing away, but plenty was running through his head. Among them, a realization about why Silvestre had acted the way he did.
That man hadn't come with arrogance. He had come with confidence.
Silvestre's intentions were still unclear, but Lucian could list a few possibilities.
Most importantly, Lucian had come to understand that Silvestre was a dangerous man. Not merely dangerous in the way violent men were, but dangerous in the way that he posed no threat to Dominion now — yet might, in the future.
"Gustav," Lucian called quietly, and Gustav promptly looked back.
"Yes, Master?"
