The Grandfather, who had been quietly sipping his tea, choked slightly. He looked at Samuel, a slow, deeply impressed grin spreading across his scarred face. 'Ah, a kindred spirit,' the old general thought.
The Grand Madam stared at Samuel for three full seconds before she violently slapped the mahogany table, completely thrilled.
"Excellent!" the grandmother declared, pointing at Samuel with absolute approval. "A perfect blend of ruthless elimination and absolute, terrifying devotion! Seera, this one is a keeper. I don't know where you found him, but do not let him go. He has excellent foundations."
"I will keep that in mind, Grandma," Heena laughed softly, her heart fluttering slightly despite the heavy nausea still sitting in her stomach.
