Lucian had stepped forward slightly, but his gaze wavered, darting around the room as if he couldn't meet Damien's eyes.
Although he had spoken up, it seemed Lucian wasn't entirely ready. Maybe he hadn't fully mustered the courage yet. Or perhaps—Damien guessed—it wasn't an intentional move to claim his turn but a reflex born of jealousy.
The tone in Lucian's voice earlier had carried a tinge of irritation. Maybe he just didn't like how much attention Damien had been giving Lysander and Leonide.
Damien couldn't blame him.
One thing that had caught Damien's eye from the start was Lucian's unusual choice of attire. He wasn't in regular sleepwear like the others.
Well, technically, it was sleepwear—if you could call it that. The outfit was made of sheer, white lace embroidered with delicate patterns, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
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