Queen Cleo Yates’ POV
Caleb and Freya were waiting for us when we arrived at Mars’ office. We had to take some time to shower before heading to the meeting. It probably wasn’t great that we kept turning up at meetings smelling of s*x, it was unprofessional.
I may be queen but that didn’t mean I should act as though I had a right to act any way I wanted to. That was exactly what Mars’ father had been doing for years and it was the last thing our kind needed right now.
“Sorry for making you wait,” Mars apologised on our behalf as we joined them at the table.
“It’s fine, just don’t make a habit of it,” Caleb replied.
He sounded calm but I knew him well enough to know that he was actually really frustrated. He was fiddling with the cuff of his shirt, something he only did when he was t
