Chapter 205: Time to End It
For a second after Elias landed in Victoria Frost's lap, he went still.
Then instinct caught up.
He braced one hand against the arm of the lounge chair and tried to rise, but an arm slid across his waist before he could get his feet under him. Victoria did not yank him back. She did not need to. Her hold settled over him with calm, practiced strength, and Elias found himself pinned neatly against her without a single ugly movement.
He tested it once.
No use.
So he stopped.
There was no point in wasting effort when the answer had already been given. He let himself sit there, held in Victoria's lap, his expression settling back into something almost calm.
The photo. The timing. The car waiting downstairs. The private combat studio. The tie in her hand.
Now this.
If he still could not read the room, he deserved to be fired from the Trash Trope Intervention Division.
