Darius' eye twitched and he stared at his Beta in strained silence for a few seconds. The truth was no, of course, but this was such an absurd question, one he would have never thought would have come out from Ryker's mouth.
Then, slowly, Darius leaned back in his chair. His fingers dragged over his face, muffling a laugh that bubbled out uninvited. It started low and dry, then built into a genuine, humour-laced sound that echoed around the table. He kept laughing, almost too long, until his shoulders shook and he dabbed at the corners of his eyes with the side of his thumb.
Livia felt as if she had been glued to the seat and watched Darius act. She could not know for sure if he had laid with the rogue or not, but she was vaguely aware that only she knew that Serena and Darius were fated mates. Ryker did not.
Darius rose up from his velvet chair and then laughed again. He had Ryker's gaze on him and then he shook his head.
