‘I um, I need to talk to Austin,’ said Gwyn, feebly, looking anywhere but into Amber’s eyes. ‘I see,’ she replied at a leisurely pace. Most people she would send away and tell them to make an appointment, but Gwyn had never come to one of Austin’s residences asking to see...
He walked in and scanned the room, smiling as he spotted Anita, Bas and Cleo, before recognising Alexander’s unwelcome form, his leg dangerously close to Anita’s as he sat smugly with the others at Cleo’s favourite table. In the name of the Gods, what is he doing here, Marcus silently cursed as ...