It went completely still.
Not the stillness of the Enforcer reading a room. The stillness of someone who had just heard something they had wanted to hear for a very long time and didn’t know what to do with it yet.
Then, slowly, with the specific satisfaction of a man who had been waiting years for exactly this…
He smiled.
“Say that again,” he said.
“I’m not saying it again.”
“You absolutely should say it again.”
“Kael.”
“The Apex,” he said, sitting down uninvited in the chair across from my desk, “who has never once in twelve years expressed a personal preference about another living person, who ran a meeting three weeks ago about Jaxon Ashford’s political alliance and referred to Isla as ‘a potential complication’ – that man just said yes to liking someone.”
He settled back. “
