There was beautiful, then there was Guinevere Lunaris. Every man looked up when she entered the war room.
Blair walked in behind her masterpiece and resisted the urge to bow.
Ryker's expression cycled through three things in two seconds. Guilt. Relief. Then pride.
Kael stared while his face did something no one in this room had ever seen it do. It softened.
Griffin looked at Ryker. Ryker shook his head once. Don't. Sterling tapped the table twice.
"Keep staring and I will wax your entire body while you sleep. I've done it before. Ask Griffin." Blair swept past Kael without looking at him, pulling Guinevere along. "And for the love of the gods, stop breathing like that. It's audible."
That snapped Kael out of whatever trance he was in.
Blair sat down next to Guinevere, directly across from Sterling. She leaned forward, lowering her voice.
"Apologize to her right now."
Guinevere's eyes widened in horror. "Blair, that's not—"
