Brennan: Got sick of waiting
Maxim: Were you hoping?
Brennan: Maybe. I want her to be happy
Maxim: I can give that to her too
Brennan: It’s not as easy as you think when they’re cooped up in penthouses for their own safety.
Maxim: I’d never do that to Victoria. She’s not made for gilded cages.
Brennan: What do you mean?
Maxim: She’s made for war
Brennan: Explain that to me like I’m five
Maxim: If you don’t think she’ll turn the Veronians on their head, you’re slower than I figured
Maxim: Once she’s in, she’s going to make waves, and I’ll have her back as she does
Brennan: She’ll need more guards
Maxim: I can handle it
Brennan: She’s family
Maxim: Fine
Brennan: Our objectives are the same
Maxim: Yes
Brennan: She’s already promised Eoghan that he can blow your head off if you hurt her
Maxim: I expect nothing less
Brennan: Good
Brennan: But if you treat her right, you have our approval
Maxim: Ours meaning Eoghan and yours? Not her sisters’?
Brennan: Look at you reading between the lines
Maxim: Inessa likes me. It’s Camille who doesn’t
Brennan: Oh, we learned exactly how much Inessa likes you this afternoon
Maxim: What?
Brennan: I’ll let Victoria share the details with you
Maxim: Fucker
Brennan: *smirks*
TWENTY-FIVE
