Chapter 53

Callum was on the sofa in the smaller library. It was the one Oliver occasionally found him in the evening and not in his study.

The Lord had said studies made him feel anxious for no reason and “Something that Liam prefers.”

Oliver had laughed then, but seeing him now, he thought the room indeed was more fitting to him.

Callum was lying down on the small sofa, drowsing. He’d rested his head on his outstretched hand and it was dangling over the armrest. Oliver wanted to kiss the inside of his wrist, but he knew he couldn’t.

Callum looked almost peaceful.

Somehow warmer.

Oliver walked in with a candle, but put it off when he saw the fire was still burning, its light drawing dancing shadows over Cal’s face.

Cian had curled in a ball close to the fire and the animal was most likely asleep too. At Oliver’s approach, the dog only opened one eye