SAGE
I left a message for Isla before following Catel.
It was either that or risk having the girl tear through the entire quarters thinking I'd been abducted.
When I saw him waiting at the door, expression carved from granite, I knew whatever was brewing had gone beyond petty irritation. The Beta himself, Claire's brother had come to fetch me.
I should have been worried. Instead, my pulse fluttered in excitement.
"Lead the way, Beta," I said, falling into step beside him.
He didn't reply, of course. Men like Catel had no taste for conversation—or humor. His silence only made me want to ruffle his feathers.
"So," I began, glancing sideways at him, "tell me, Beta Catel, do all of Adam's men come with that same permanent scowl? Or is it just a family trait?"
His jaw flexed. "It's called professionalism."
"Oh, of course," I said lightly. "The great Beta who never smiles. Do you ever relax, or would that make the muscles in your face disintegrate?"
