A woman walked in like she owned the place. Black hair. Gold eyes. The same gold eyes as Maddox, which meant either sibling or family and the resemblance was too strong for coincidence.
"You’re welcome," she said to Maddox without looking at him.
"You did this." Maddox gestured at the room like a crime scene.
Her eyes were already on Guinevere and her entire face changed.
"There she is."
She crossed the room in four steps, pulled Guinevere out of Maddox’s arms like separating a child from a toy, and wrapped her in a hug so committed it squished the breath from Guinevere’s lungs.
She was hugging Guinevere like they’d known each other for years.
The woman pulled back. Held Guinevere at arm’s length. Looked her dead in the eyes with a certainty that left zero room for debate.
"We’re best friends."
Guinevere’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.
"Blair. Stop scaring her." Maddox pulled Guinevere back against his chest with the possessiveness of a man whose wife kept being removed from his arms by people he was related to.
"I’m not scaring her. I’m informing her."
"You’ve known her for four seconds."
"Quality over quantity, brother."
"That’s not how friendship works."
"It’s exactly how friendship works. You wouldn’t know. You don’t have any."
Ryker raised his hand. "I’m standing right here."
"I said what I said."
"Blair. Did you do this? Answer me." Maddox was using the full draconic register.
"Obviously."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN OBVIOUSLY?"
"It’s better."
"I didn’t want better. I wanted MINE."
Blair looked at Kael. Kael looked at Blair. An alliance formed in the span of one glance.
"The pillows are great," Kael offered from the bed.
"Thank you, Kael," Blair said.
"You changed my goddamn bed," Maddox said.
"I did."
"Why?"
"Because yours was ugly and uncomfortable. Next."
"You moved my stuff."
"I organized your stuff. There’s a difference. You’re welcome."


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