That made her smile faintly.
“Or?”
Luca tapped the file. “He’s offering an alliance.”
Elira finally opened it.
A photograph stared back at her—a young man, mid-twenties, composed, intelligent eyes. Not smiling.
“His son,” Idris said quietly. “Adrian Kade.”
Elira’s gaze sharpened.
“And?” she prompted.
Mateo hesitated. That was unusual.
“He wants a marriage alliance.”
The room went still.
Elira’s voice was calm. “To whom?”
Cassian didn’t soften it. “Kael.”