THANE POV
Aiden set the food on the small iron table near the center of the winter garden, but his attention had already moved past the sandwiches, past the water, past everything.
To the roses.
Aiden did not know how to stand inside a room without mapping it. Exits first. Windows. Shadows. People. Threats. Now, apparently, his focus was on flowers.
He looked at the pale yellow cluster Perse had touched with the tip of her finger. “What kind are those?”
Perse blinked, like the question had caught her off guard. Like she had not expected Aiden to map even the flowers.
“These?”
Aiden nodded. “They smell different from the others.”
Keres leaned against the back of a chair, mouth already curving. “Graham Thomas.”
Perse turned to him slowly. “What?”
Keres shrugged with the kind of cas
