He'd rushed home to end Phei if he got an opportunity... he'd delivered himself into Phei's grasps!
"This is the thing Brett is using," Phei cut in again, voice soft, helpful, dripping with the earnest concern of a cousin who simply couldn't bear to see his family suffer unnecessary distress.
"Nothing more than vicious gossip he weaponised to blackmail poor Danton into that kiss—something about drugs. Some party a few months back. A handful of girls, apparently very pretty ones, and rather a lot of… recreational substances."
Danton flinched.
A visible, full-body twitch, like someone had slipped an ice cube down his spine and followed it with a live eel.
Phei noticed, of course.
Phei noticed everything.
"Go on," Harold said, voice dangerously quiet, knuckles still white around Danton's collar.
Phei offered a sheepish little smile—the kind altar boys practiced in mirrors before their first confession.
