By the time the first hour of the family visit had passed, Liam had been successfully stolen by his own relatives.
Arik had allowed it.
Enia had taken Liam toward the eastern gardens with Mirelle, Henry, and Rex, apparently under the impression that being reunited after more than a year entitled them to several uninterrupted hours.
Arik had objected only once.
Liam had kissed his cheek, informed him he would survive, and left.
Now Arik sat around a low table in one of the western private salons with his parents, Max, and Noah, discovering that family reunions became substantially less relaxing when everyone involved understood international law.
The salon opened onto a shaded terrace overlooking Deira. Afternoon light crossed the pale floor in long geometric bands, warming the dark wood table and the untouched tray of pastries someone had placed between them.
Gabriel had claimed the chair beside Arik.
Damian sat opposite.
