The absolute audacity of this human.
I shared a brief, entirely silent look with Greyson across the booth. The Ice King’s eyes were flat, a storm of winter brewing in their depths, but he merely arched a single, elegant eyebrow, silently granting me permission to handle the pest.
“Callie was…pecifically selected,” Greyson stated, his voice smooth and cold as a glacier. “Her qualifications are unique.”
“Unique how?” Harper pushed, her smile tightening at the edges. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like she just stumbled into a goldmine. I’m just surprised she can handle working for guys like you. Big, powerful, demanding men. She’s not exactly the adventurous type.”
“Adaptability is often a quiet trait, Harper,” Nate remarked mildly, his tone perfectly pleasant, like a professo
