Don’t let her be saddled with me. Don’t let me be the cause of her future misery when she discovers what being mated to a Zantharian male would mean.
Suddenly he realized that she had locked eyes with him across the conference table. Drake wanted to pull his gaze away but he couldn’t. He was lost in her beautiful green eyes, so like the swirling waves outside.
His brother put a hand on his shoulder, pulling his attention back to the conversation. “Good work, Minister,” Xivthar said, giving him a small smile. “You accomplished your mission, and in your usual fashion, went above and beyond. With the prizes you’ve brought us, we’ll be able to stop the Hareema cold and even push them back. Well done.”
“Now,” he continued, “It’s time to take a break. You’ve earned it.”
Drake cocked an eyebrow at his brother. “A break?”
“Yes. Take my sister-in-law, which I believe is the appropriate human term,” he shot a look at Sylvie who nodded, “and show her to her quarters. Take some time to relax, and we’ll talk later.”
He could see through his brother’s ploy easily, but he couldn’t argue even if he was inclined to. Drake stood. “Jamie, would you care to accompany me?”
She glanced at her sister, disappointment on her features.
“Go,” Sylvie said, giving her a little push. “You need to rest. I’ll be here, don’t worry.”
Jamie strolled over, putting her arm through his. “Okay, Minister. Lead the way.”
