Lancaster's gaze was as sharp as a blade, zeroing in on him as he reclaimed his seat and blocked me from view. Even Karmi, perched on his shoulder, seemed to despise Kael, glaring at him with relentless provocation.
His voice was deceptively soft as he sipped his cocktail and asked, "Darling, when did you get acquainted with this devil in human skin?"
Darling? Was he referring to me?
Devil in human skin—was he talking about himself... or Kael Blanchette?!
I chuckled and shook my head. "That's none of your business."
"Emory, are you free tonight? I've got concert tickets."
Kael Blanchette spoke, glancing at my grandfather and offering a polite nod. "Mr. Lorenzo, I hope you don't mind me inviting Emory out. I'd also like to court her—with your blessing, of course."
A polite young man ought to be well-received, but Grandfather's expression remained icy and aloof. He really wasn't your typical elder.
