The suite was quiet except for the muffled hum of city traffic far below. The curtains were drawn against the fading evening light, the room lit instead by the warm glow of a single lamp. Blair sat in the middle of the couch, a half-finished glass of wine in her hand, the stem spinning lazily between her fingers.
Their stay in the city was coming to an end. Tomorrow, she and Grayson would return to Redstone. She should have been thinking about packing, about appearances when they arrived back at the packhouse, about whatever duties awaited her as Luna.
But her mind was elsewhere.
She reached for the hotel’s handset, the polished black cord coiling against her wrist as she lifted it. It only rang once before a voice answered.
“It’s me,” she said, leaning back against the cushions. “Yes,
