Royal Inspection

“Relax,” Kira drawled, fanning herself as if in a mock swoon. “From what I’ve heard, Mrs. Draven is the whole package—elegant, refined, strong as hell, runs everything with an iron fist. She’ll either adore you on the spot… or eat you alive. No pressure.”

Kaelen’s jaw tightened, his stare slicing across the table like a blade. One look, and Kira shrank back into her chair with both hands raised.