Frustration was threatening to choke Harper at night. Stress was creeping over her skin, and darkness clouded her senses. She didn't understand how Saint could be so calm.
"I have to be battle-ready within a week," Harper's voice was filled with her inner frustration. "Why aren't we training right now, Saint?! You should be teaching me moves!"
Saint calmly took off his tie with his gaze kept on the floor. Harper studied Saint's fingers stroke over the satin tie. He had sexy hands, big and manly with veins. The kind that would look even nicer with an expensive watch sitting on his arm.
"Harper, your father just died," Saint lifted his emerald gaze to hers. There was a dept to his eyes that made her dizzy. "You should go and see your friends in the human realm tomorrow. Let yourself cry
