CHAPTER 20: A Transactional Relationship
She was waiting for him, of course. Eliza stood poised on the grand staircase in a vision of cold perfection and a smile that didn’t touch her eyes was plastered on her face.
“My King,” she said with her voice a sugary mockery of warmth. “How was your journey?”
Caelen didn’t break stride, brushing past her toward the main hall.
“It was a journey,” he grunted with the memory of Selene’s cold face flashing behind his eyes.
Eliza’s heels clicked sharply on the marble as she followed him.
“I do hope your… mission… to the Crestwood Pack was very eventful. Productive, even.”
He ignored her, heading for the sanctuary of his chambers. He needed a shower, a stiff drink and about a year of silence but she wouldn’t let up. Her voice sharpened, losing
