"Just Dalisay's demonstration of girl power," Zara snorted. "Spectacular, I must say."
"Is this how you treat guests?" Amir grasped the top of the desk, trying to get up.
"You are no guest!" Dalisay hissed. "You are a spy!"
"I am not!" he protested. "And you would have known that if you had bothered to let me speak, beautiful."
Dalisay clenched her jaw but let go of his hair, rolling her eyes as she retreated.
Amir stood up, brushing off the dust off his pants and throwing a reproachful gaze at Elene. "Can we talk now? I have something for you."
"Am I not even getting a hello anymore?" Forrest teased, wrapping his arm around his mate's waist.
"Apologies, General," Amir saluted him almost mockingly. "Since you left, I am technically supposed to serve Cyrus, but—"
"You are sworn to m
