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“The Magistrate quarters are yours.”
Grant’s cheek twitched, not in humor but as if he were trying his hardest to not show anything in his expression.
Or incinerate the man before him.
“Thank you,” Grant bit out from between clenched teeth.
It was the least grateful thanks I’d ever heard. Well, at least since the times I’d had to thank a gynecologist for an exam.
Jameson nodded, then extended his hand toward the end of the large room, to where a number of other doorways sat. “I have ensured the room is clean and well stocked. It is still coded for your entry. At this point, the meeting is scheduled for nine this evening. I will alert you should that change.”
“And we will be in the Jade Room, won’t we?”
Jameson again stilled. “We have been meeting in the Amber Room since…” He trailed off.
Since what?It only took a moment for me to piece it all together.Since Grant killed the whole council, probably.
“Yes, but if we are to return to normalcy, shouldn’t we do it in the right place? What better sign that the guild is functioning again than a Magistrate ruling in the Jade Room, as was always the tradition?”
Jameson didn’t look all that convinced, but at the wordMagistrate, he pulled back as if slapped. Then again, he’d been acting as one, hadn’t he? It was a reminder that he wasn’t, and that Grant was in charge.
“Of course,Magistrate,” Jameson said in a smooth voice before nodding again. “I will arrange to have the meeting held there.”
With that, he walked away, though Grant didn’t move his gaze from the other man, not until Jameson disappeared through a doorway.
“Well fuck,” Grant said, his voice losing some of that tension. “A change in a plan as complex as ours is always bad.”
“But he’s going to use the Jade Room. Look for the silver lining,” I argued, surprising the hell out of myself. I wasn’t a look-on-the-bright-side sort of girl myself.
He blew out a breath, the tension in his expression loosening and disappearing. Instead, he let his gaze travel down my body, taking special interest in the way my thighs looked in the tight leather. “Silver lining, huh? How about the fact that it seems we will have uninterrupted access to a private suite for a few hours?”
“Sorry,” I said. “Not going to happen. Do you know how hard it was to get these pants on? There is no chance I’m going to take them off until I can leave them off.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, Ava, you forget—I’m magic. The work it’ll take to get you out of those pants will bewellworth it.”
And suddenly the change in plans didn’t sound so bad…
