“That’s enough from you, Sharpe,” the dark-haired woman, Melina, said.

He snickered. “What? It’s such a lovely name. Perfect for an illustrious group like us.”

The bespectacled woman, whom Sharpe had introduced as Ms. Griff, suddenly blushed. “No one had any better names,” she said defensively. “And I think it does add a certain air of... mystique.”

Sharpe laughed into his hand. The other two women shot an exasperated look at Ms. Griff. ...