They were the only two people in the lounge. The air pulsed with a suffocating tension, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Seraphina Sterling looked at this arrogant young master who never played by the rules. 'What kind of fit is he throwing now?'
"You have a partnership with that Gallagher fellow. How come I didn't know?"
The thought of seeing Seraphina in a bind and immediately going downstairs to help, only for her to accept a favor from Felix Gallagher rather than his assistance, stung. Then, remembering that the hosting rights for this Stone Vending Gala were the "thank you gift" she'd mentioned, Terrence Grant's mood soured even further. 'Does she really want to draw such a clear line between us?'
Seraphina Sterling, oblivious to the storm of thoughts in his head, could only roll her eyes in exasperation. "This is between Mr. Gallagher and me. It's perfectly normal for you not to know about it!"
