He smells nice, was the first thought that her idiot brain saw fit to present her with as he cradled her against his chest. She felt her face get hot and quickly pushed away from him. “Sorry,” she hastily brushed her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. “So, I imagine Urien’s in the living room?”

“Yes,” he looked almost laughably puzzled as she moved away from him. “Both he and Gladys are waiting for you.”

Siana moved down the hall, feeling ...