The smile on Seraphina Sterling's face froze. 'Is he asking for a New Year's gift? He's Mr. Grant of Aethelgard; would he be short on New Year's gifts? His buddies and sworn brothers in Aethelgard, not to mention all those people trying to curry favor with the Grant Family—their gifts would have to be extravagant and impressive! Why on earth is he so insistent on getting one from me?'
Seraphina Sterling's slender brows knitted together. The worst part was, she hadn't prepared anything at all! 'It's true what they say,' she thought, 'your worst fears always come true.'
"Don't tell me you didn't get me a New Year's gift," Terrence Grant's voice grew dangerously low. Seeing the guilty look in her eyes, he felt an urge to tear his hair out.
