Ashton watched Mirabelle flee the dining room without a backward glance.
He set his wine glass down. "How's she settling in?"
Geoffrey stepped forward. "Mrs. Laurent mostly stayed in her room and worked on her sketches. She dropped by a law firm earlier today. Came back right after."
"Stayed in? She didn't go to the office?"
He remembered her telling him last week about some big campaign Nyx Collective was preparing.
A career-defining launch, apparently.
He pulled out his phone.
"Find out what's going on at Nyx," he said the second Cassian picked up. "Ask Yvaine Carlisle. Don't make it obvious."
Cassian groaned. "Mate, I'm your bloody best man, not your PA. Nor your wife's. Why don't you just ask Mirabelle yourself? Or are you two not on speaking terms?"
"Do it
