The heavy mahogany doors opened.
Arik Oberon Lyon stepped into the room with Mezos half a step behind him and enough control wrapped around him that, for a moment, even the Ravenwoods stopped pretending they were not impressed.
He did not storm in.
That was the worst part.
If he had stormed in, Liam could have been properly furious. He could have accused him of possessiveness, dramatic entrances, imperial arrogance, and at least three forms of alpha overreaction. It would have been simple. Clean. Satisfying.
Instead, Arik entered like a prince.
