Shifting Sand

[LORD RAFE ALDER MORLAND]

"You seem rather troubled."

My eyes lift from the documents and merge with the cool blades of the Tribrid's gaze.

"Guilt?" he adds, searching for answers.

My lips thin, but I say nothing, eyes skimming down the stretch of the counter instead, still scattered with files.

I feel the Prince's keen gaze studying me, refusing to waver. In that hauntingly peculiar way that made