Gen was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sat cross-legged at the table, waiting. The air around her buzzed with anticipation, her energy infectious.
Ezra, on the other hand, sat with quiet patience, his arms resting on the table in front of him. He glanced at Gen's smug expression from the corner of his eyes but said nothing. He had learned through the time they'd been together to wait for Gen's ideas to fully unravel before trying to predict them.
That way laid madness.
The door opened, and Red strode in. Her entrance was like a burst of flame, her red gown flowing elegantly around her, matching the fiery waves of her hair that fell over her shoulders.
She somehow managed to look like molten lava personified. Stunning, dangerous, and mesmerizing.
