TWENTY-TWO
WHEN THE DOOR OPENED and Harry walked in, the air changed. He hadn’t expected to be faced by what awaited him. Or, more accurately, who awaited him.
“What the f**k is this?” her father demanded.
“We’ll give you privacy,” Zara said, drifting away from them to head for the doorway Raven loitered in.
“Just when there was something worth watching,” Caine said, but got up in time with Swift to leave.
The door closed, sealing them, and their tension, inside.
“Think you can come crawling back?” Harry asked. “Your master stop cutting the crusts off your bread?”
“I never left, Harry,” Daire said, ignoring the ridicule.
“Oh, is that it? Do you think we’re dumb enough to fall for that? Zeus send you to gather intel? Guess that’s why you brought my daughter, you thought she’d soften
