Third Person's POVAfter Seraphina left, Owen plopped dramatically into the nearest armchair, trying to cut through the weird tension in the room with a smirk. "Sebastian, if you're really not gonna admit you're into her... you could always give me a shot instead," he said, one hand pressed to his heart like he'd just been heartbroken."I mean it," he added, eyes glinting with mischief. "You're different, like me-screw the old traditions, right? And hey, perfect timing-your dad's here, my uncle's here, why don't they just make it official?"Valerius, usually the picture of calm dominance, looked downright shell-shocked. A sheen of sweat had appeared at his temple as he stared at Owen like he was some sort of alien."Theodore, come get your little disaster before I lose it," he ground out, every word laced with suppressed fury."Relax, Valerius," Theodore replied smoothly, not even blinking. "Owen's just being himself. He knows where the line is.""Well, he's dancing all over it!" Vale
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