Unspoken Truths

Valentin’s POV

Wyatt leaned one elbow on the table between us, swirling the amber in his glass. “If I’d known you were going to look this utterly miserable,” he said, voice pitched somewhere between joking and concerned, “I wouldn’t have insisted you come. Honestly, it’s a hotel launch, not a hostage situation. I could’ve handled it myself, or called someone who’d at least smile for the photos ins