Together, the three brothers exited the bathroom, smiling masks back in place. They returned to the ceremonial hall and took their seats at the main table beside their father.
"Ci, sit next to Dad," Thaurion said, voice smooth with authority.
Jian Ci, feeling the suppressant dull the storm inside him, nodded and sat down. His psychic field had quieted, but the tension in his chest remained.
Jian Rui's gaze flicked to Lina, seated beside Thaurion. He offered a polite smile, though inside he was seething. "Your Highness," he said to her, "how come I haven't seen Carmine tonight?"
Lina smiled, elegant and composed. "He apologised for not being able to make it. He's been feeling under the weather," she said, sipping her red wine.
Thaurion added, "You should check on him after this."
"Yes, Father," Jian Rui replied, jaw tight.
