Page 129 of Tempest’s Torment

Natalia deposits me beside Willow and Evangeline and points at the wall behind the bar. "Tell them I'm right."

"About?"

"The color. I want to repaint."

Willow takes a drink. "She wants green."

"Sage."

"It's green."

I look around the main room. Dark wood, black leather, gray walls, club photographs, and the huge Saint’s Outlaws emblem behind the bar.

"What does Ghost think?"

Natalia raises an eyebrow. "Why does Ghost get a vote?"

"Because he's the Prez?"

"So?"

I laugh. "Okay. Deep green."

Natalia points at me. "See? She works with color."

"I work with flowers."

"Same thing."

Before I can argue, Wren, Rogue and Willow’s daughter, climbs onto the bench beside me and immediately launches into an explanation about a school bridge-building competition and why Rogue is being completely unreasonable by refusing to let her use his tools.

"I broke one thing," she tells me.

"You broke three," Rogue says from behind us.

Wren ignores him and studies my face. "You're prettier than your photos."

I blink. "My photos?"

Willow closes her eyes.

"Dad had loads."

"Wren," Willow admonishes.

"What?" I turn to find Rogue standing there with a plate. "What photos?"

"Investigation."

"He printed some."

Rogue looks at his daughter pointedly and she smiles. "You did."

"I print things." He shrugs.

Willow snorts. "You don't print anything."

"I print important things."