I saw it.

More importantly, Julian saw it.

His perfect, practiced smile thinned into a dangerous, razor-wire line. “Feeling a little nervous today, darling?” he asked, the velvet of his voice failing to conceal the steel underneath.

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and said absolutely nothing.

He slowly turned his attention to me, adjusting his cuffs. “You’re looking a bit pale this morning, Eleanor. The pace of VIP medicine can be a little overwhelming for people accustomed to sitting quietly in waiting rooms.”

Beatrice let out a short, barking laugh.