He was reviewing the structural blueprints for a covert storefront in the Lower Ward.
The heavy doors clicked open, and Seraphina marched in.
She didn't look like a victorious mafia boss today.
She looked like a confused, irritated six-year-old.
She climbed into her designated chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and let out a long, heavy, and incredibly dramatic sigh.
The blue dragon lollipop stuck out of the corner of her mouth like a mobster's cigar.
Roan didn't look up from his blueprints immediately. He reached out with a finger, adjusting his silver-wire glasses.
"That is a sigh that carries the weight of a collapsing empire," Roan drawled smoothly, his pitch-black eyes flicking up to meet hers.
A soft, incredibly fond, amused smile touched his lips. He set his quill down, folding his hands on the desk. "What plagues the baby squirrel today? Did Alistair finally discover that you replaced his imported herbal tea with dried grass clippings?"
