"Mr. Von Heim."
"Oh look, it's that fat fool again. Lugh, you know what to do."
Selaphiel's voice cut through the air with sharp disdain just as the figure of Victor Aelhurst began his approach.
The man from the Aelhurst family wasn't truly fat—chubby at best—but the nickname had stuck, likely because it amused Selaphiel to keep it that way.
Victor's sudden movement, however, was more telling than any nickname.
It wasn't just eagerness. It was calculated timing—he wanted to get to them before anyone else in the room could. The other guests hadn't even registered their presence yet. But Victor had.
Lugh narrowed his eyes at the approaching man, his analytical mind silently ticking through past interactions.
Victor had checked the bird discreetly, verifying its condition with the precision of a man terrified of hidden threats.
