The first thing Sebastian did after leaving Arion and Dean's palace was return to his town mansion, send his driver, Mattias, on break for the day, and message Melanie, his chief secretary, to prepare the jet for the next morning.
He was not going to waste time.
His duty was in Palatine. His home was in Palatine. His work was in Palatine. Dean had Arion now, and as much as Sebastian had hoped it would take a little longer, his younger brother was already bonded, already collared, and very much in love with his husband.
Arion, for all his impossible height and imperial arrogance, was also very clearly at Dean's feet.
Sebastian could not blame him for that.
A dominant alpha was the most devoted creature alive when it came to their mate.
That, unfortunately, was part of the problem.
He entered his bedroom, undressed with mechanical efficiency, and stepped into the shower before his mind could circle the dinner too many times and turn worry into obsession.
