"Lord and Lady Adair," Ilona greeted their victims turned hosts, bowing to them as gracefully as she could. As soon as she bowed, Nick and Jamie hurried to do the same, resulting in an awkward, rushed gesture.
"Captain Black," the scarred Duke greeted her with cold eyes, "Are you looking for Ian?"
"Oh no," she shook her head and swallowed, "I was actually hoping to speak to the two of you."
Neither the Duke nor Duchess moved from their place at the bottom of the stairs. Both stared at her, judging her.
"You'll forgive me if I don't offer you to come in and sit with us," Lord Adair said icily, "Given our short history, I think things will be best if we both stay where we are."
Ilona took a deep breath but wasn't surprised. She hadn't expected a warm welcome. Not after what she and her men had done. She felt embarrassed and was dying to escape this place.
"Very well," she replied with forced cheerfulness, "Right here is fine."
