Dinner With Vipers

ROWAN’S POV

“Your Majesty.” Winston rises as we approach, inclining his head in a bow that manages to be respectful without being servile. “Thank you for accepting my invitation. I trust the drive was pleasant?”

“Prescott.” Vance’s voice is flat. “Let’s skip the pleasantries.”

“Straight to business, then. I appreciate directness.” Winston’s gaze slides to me, and something moves behind those cold