Instead, he gestured lazily to the seat across from him. "Sit. Let's see what fantasies you've brought with you today, Lady Blake."
"Fantasies?" She asked, terrified.
Gabriel arched his brow, the corners of his mouth twitching, not in a smile, but in something far more dangerous: amusement.
"Yes," he said, his voice silky and just a shade too dry. "Fantasies. Expectations. The things young women whisper about behind fans and velvet curtains when they think the court is made of marble statues and tragic love stories."
Irina flushed a brilliant shade of pink, her spine snapping straighter in the chair. "I assure you, Your Grace, I take this opportunity very seriously."
