Chris had barely carried Theodore through the private reception hall when the doors at the opposite end opened again.
Dax entered without an entourage.
He had apparently come directly from work, still dressed in a dark formal suit with the collar of his shirt open beneath the jacket, silver beginning to show more clearly through the white-blond hair at his temples. His attention found Theo almost immediately, then shifted toward Arion and Dean with the familiar ease of family rather than ceremony.
Matthias stopped walking.
Hunter noticed first.
Arion did a second later, turning just enough to see the former knight standing several paces behind him with one hand still wrapped around the handle of Theodore's travel case.
Every trace of color had disappeared from Matthias's face.
Dax approached Chris and glanced toward the baby in his arms.
"So he survived the flight."
"Theo enjoyed it," Dean said.
"That sounds dangerous."
