Clicking heels. Crimson ginger hair straight and sleek like polished fire. Blue eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She was dressed head-to-toe in high fashion, some exclusive European label, no doubt. Fitted cream suit that hugged her like a second skin, heels tall enough to be a weapon, and a purse that probably cost someone's yearly salary.
She spotted Kael and smiled.
Not the polite kind.
The I know you intimately and I'm going to rub it in everyone's face kind.
"Darling," she cooed as she sauntered over, ignoring me like I was just another piece of furniture. "You have no idea how excited I've been to meet you again."
Again?
My stomach twisted. My feet stayed planted.
Kael was stone-still beside me, his expression unreadable. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cool, laced with warning.
But before the silence could deepen,
She jumped.
Literally threw herself into his arms like we were in some melodramatic daytime soap. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips tilted up—
