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seeing Tono with his father… It was both touching and heartbreaking. I wish I could do something to change what’s about to happen.”
    “Death is a struggle, but it’s a journey all of us must travel, Brie. As much as you may wish to carry his burden, grief is a solitary endeavor. The most we can hope to do is act as a distraction from the pain and be there for Ren later, when everyone else has moved on.”
    Brie thought of Sir as a young man, having suffered the traumatic death of his father with no one supporting him other than his uncle, Mr. Reynolds. The ruthless curiosity of the press must have been excruciating to bear at such a young age.
    She suspected that as hard as it was for her to see Tono’s father dying, it must be churning up painful memories for Sir as well. However, when she tried to broach the subject, he immediately cut her off with a stern lecture.
    “This is not about me, this is about Nosaka!”
    She knew better than to press him, but now there was no doubt in her mind that Sir was struggling emotionally. When they arrived at the hotel, she squeezed his hand as he helped her out of the car. Brie needed him to know that she was there for him—in whatever capacity he wanted—and went on tiptoe to whisper, “I’m here, Sir, however you need me.”
    His eyes stared past her, as if he were being tormented by some agonizing memory he couldn’t get past. It continued to eat at him, his face becoming stern and unyielding as they entered the hotel room.
    In a distant voice he informed her, “I need to prepare for my meeting tomorrow and will most likely be on the phone for the next few hours. It would be better if you stayed out here and worked on your documentary while I retire to the bedroom.”
    Brie nodded, although the last thing she wanted to do was work on the film. She needed to be with Sir, to understand what was troubling him. She called out as she watched him walk away from her. “Please, Sir…”
    He turned back, his voice almost cruel in its fierceness. “What is it, Brie?”
    She lost her nerve and replied timidly, “I hope your meeting goes well tomorrow.”
    He narrowed his eyes, knowing that was not what she had wanted to say, but he did not question her on it. Instead, he entered the room and closed the door behind him, effectively shutting her out.
    Brie swallowed back the tears. Even after all this time together, there were still moments when he cut himself off from her. It hurt deeply, more than she wanted to admit. He’d insisted that grieving was a solitary journey, and it appeared he still believed that to be true—but she didn’t—so Brie gathered her courage and knocked on the door.
    “What is it?” he asked in a harsh tone.
    “May I come in?”
    “No. I thought I’d made myself clear.”
    She was shocked by his denial of entrance, but would not be deterred by it. She laid her head against the door and pleaded, “Please tell me what’s wrong, Sir.” When he didn’t answer, she reminded him, “We’re condors.”
    The door was yanked open, leaving Brie teetering as she tried to keep from falling. His eyes shone with unveiled resentment. “As my sub, you are expected to follow my orders, téa. Do you need a lesson in obedience?”
    She looked at the floor and answered meekly, “No, Master.”
    “Good. We both have jobs to do. I suggest you get to work.”
    She dutifully returned to the other room after he closed the door with unnecessary force. Brie got out her computer and stared at the screen, unable to think about the film.
    Something had changed; she’d felt it in the car. Her frustration only grew knowing she had done nothing wrong, but she reminded herself that she was a condor. It was her honor and duty to see her Master through whatever was tearing at his soul, even when she was required to take the brunt of his misdirected anger.
    Brie was certain Sir would cancel their outing with Tono, and was surprised when he emerged from the room thirty