Just when I debated making their day by pulling out my more colorful profanity, I finally plodded up to the entrance arch of my suite.
And how, exactly, did I know that Fate had at last beamed down its favor? There’d been no time to tie a ribbon on the door, or even memorize the damn number cascading down the entrance arch. To be honest, I might have even walked past here already…
Which meant I should’ve been damn grateful for the dark, dirt-encrusted demigod who leaned against the portal—
From his stance inside the room.
Who danced his sleek eyebrows as I trudged forward, unfiltered about the intent of my steady glare.
Who lifted just one side of his elegant mouth in a new, knowing look—ensuring my glower wouldn’t be put away anytime soon.
“Knew your way back, hmm?”