KESTER.
"Leave us," I said to Lance, James, and Dylan.
They hesitated for a fraction of a second—perhaps debating whether it was wise to leave me alone with her. But one deathly look from me sent them moving. The door clicked shut behind them.
I leaned back, studying her as she moved with that aura about her—the kind that suggested she belonged anywhere she pleased.
She sat down.
Bold of her.
I hadn't even offered her a seat.
"It's been a while," she mused, tilting her head just slightly, her gaze raking over me. "You've grown into a fine young man, Kester."
Her voice was smooth, like fine silk wrapped around a blade.
Her short, blonde hair still looked as silky as I remembered, only, this time, it was more well taken care of. Because the last time I had that hair wrapped in my ha
