Whatever the two of them were discussing, the man standing at the door couldn’t hear it, but it was clear from Julian's expression that his mood had soured.

Willow’s face briefly drained of color, her eyes flashing with something feral before her composure snapped back into place.

Mason, standing close by and watching her with concern, noticed how unsteady she seemed. “Julian,” he said urgently, “I think Willow’s about to faint.”

Julian ...