Lucian's eyes sweep over my towel-clad body. "Get dressed. We have a strategy meeting."
Behind him, Cade's glare burns into my skin.
Rhea sits up in bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Can I come too?"
A low growl rumbles from Cade's throat. "You can come clean my bedroom, little maid. Now." Rhea jumps up and scuttles out of the room.
I quickly grab a simple blue dress from my bag and duck into the bathroom to change, my heart pounding against my ribs. When I emerge, Lucian's eyes linger on me for a moment before he turns, expecting me to follow.
As we walk through the mansion's elaborate corridors, Cade's harsh whisper carries to my sensitive ears. "Why are you bringing your maid to a strategy meeting?"
"She's not a maid anymore." Lucian's voice is calm but firm. "I've appointed her as my Strategy Advisor."
"Your advisor?" Cade's lip curls in disbelief. "You're giving a Shadow Ridge cast-off access to Darkfang's inner circle?" The challenge in his tone borders on insubordination.