"I'm glad we had this talk!" Cain said, sliding his hand off his neck as he settled back into his chair, Grainger straightening up even as his guard, who had already gotten back up on his feet, hurriedly stretched out a handkerchief to him for him to wipe his face as his injuries healed.
Bella would rather be damned than allow herself to be seen as weak, as she immediately moved back to her seat and sat down on her chair, even as Drey, her guard, lowered and holstered his gun back to his waist, wanting to look at Cain but knowing better than to do something so stupid.
A few seconds had just passed after they were all seated, with Grainger wiping his face, when the door was pushed open, and another lord walked right in as she closed the door gently behind her.
She had just closed the door when she froze in front of it, a frown on her face as her gaze slowly settled on Grainger and the blood streaks he was still wiping off his face.
