Philip’s lashes fluttered once, then again, as if the motion alone might buy him a few more seconds of silence. Rita’s question still hung in the air between them, soft but pointed, and he had no clean answer for it. To side with his mother would place him against the woman who shared his name. To ignore Bianca’s rising voice would look like open disrespect. He stood on the last stair a moment longer, the weight of the choice pressing against his ribs, before he finally drew a slow breath and spoke. “Let us put this aside,” he said. His tone was even, almost weary. “I do not have the patience for it tonight.” Bianca’s mouth fell open. The shock on her face was almost theatrical. “Really?” Philip finished the descent and lowered himself onto the nearest sofa. The leather sighed under his weight. Blair settled beside him without invitation, her shoulder brushing his as though the space belonged to her by right. He did not pull away. “Let it go, Mother,” he said again, quieter this t
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