Blair Drakencrest entered her brother's chambers on a deadline.
She walked between Kael and Jaxon without acknowledging either. The cold shoulder was deliberate, sustained, and executed with the precision of a woman who had been practicing it since childhood.
Kael noticed. His iron eyes tracked her across the room with mild irritation.
"Still upset about the dark magic incident, I see."
Blair did not respond. She moved toward Maddox's closet with her chin up and her jaw locked.
"If I wanted you dead, Blair, you would be dead. The blade situation was theatre. I have explained this multiple times. To multiple people. The repetition is getting tedious."
Blair opened the closet without turning around. The silence she gave him was so aggressively pointed it could have drawn blood.
Kael rolled his eyes and returned to Jaxon. "Fine. Where were we?"
