It wasn't their first argument regarding Erasmus and Damen sighed for its reminder, the comfortable, quiet moment long past now.

Laurent was not wrong, of course, but still Damen passed a hand over his face in irritation. 'And do you really think it wise to tell him the truth while he's sleeping in my front room? He's in an unknown world with untold freedoms, but living with the man he was trained his entire life to serve.'