Darius fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds before he sighed. He was not sure how to keep this from Nathan exactly, he knew him too well. Darius would die for him, and Nathan would do the same without hesitation.
"She is my mate," he said quietly.
Nathan tilted his head slightly, one brow arching. "Serena?"
Darius nodded.
The silence that followed was not heavy, nor did it hang awkwardly between them. Nathan only leaned back in his chair, arms folded as he regarded his friend with the same measured calm that had soothed many a storm in years past. His gaze was thoughtful, not accusatory.
"Well then," Nathan said at last, "I did wonder what it was that put that peculiar look in your eye. I assumed it was some dreadful pastry, but this makes far more sense."
Darius blinked. "That is all you have to say?"
"What did you expect?" Nathan replied mildly. "That I throw my hands to the heavens and lament your cursed fate?"
