CHAPTER FIFTEEN
With a grin, Brody entered the apartment and glanced over his shoulder at Jackson, Lex, and Kai in the hallway. “What can I say? No one can stay angry at Eleon for long.”
Jackson laughed. “You played the press like a first-chair violinist. Masterful.”
“A man does what he has to do.” Brody yanked off his too-tight boots and wiggled his toes. Freedom. “Nothing I said was untrue.”
The impromptu press conference hadn’t been flawless, but he hoped others would view Cara more favorably after he’d told them how she’d dressed up as Lyra, located memorabilia to give to Slayter, and given the boy her own copy of the first movie’s script.
Cara sat at the dining table with Rizzo. Her laptop was open. She’d removed the pink face paint. Now her skin was completely natural. So beauti
