Chapter 8Venkat
Venkat had read books where people were described as holding court, but he’d never really seen it in his mind’s eye. Now, he’d never have to imagine it again, because the moment he stepped into the private dining room at Root, he fully understood. The Lady sat at the head of the table in a white dress that looked like something one of the Greek goddesses on Olympus would wear. Whether it was her makeup or some kind of glamour that had her dark brown skin glowing, he’d never know. He’d never need to. It couldn’t be more impressive, either way. Her gaze snagged his as he walked in before John, and Venkat paused, holding his breath. Harper, Wren, and Robin all turned to look at him too, and he felt it. But he was stuck staring at The Lady and her liquid-dark eyes.
“There are
