"You sure you know what you're looking for?" I checked in yet again, with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course, Madelyn." William responded, his jaw slightly ticked in a way that made me want to laugh. "I wouldn't have dragged you down here if I didn't."
"I can just look for it, I know what it looks like." I suggested again for the umpteenth time.
"No." He had his back to me but I could just picture the scowl that formed on his face as I said that. "It is my library, I know my way around it better. Just give me a minute, I'll find it."
I almost rolled my eyes, "Okay."
It was Friday night and somehow I had found myself "working" late at William's penthouse.
The storm of Amelia's appearance had finally settled into a steady, manageable rhythm. After the call William had made to her, something in the atmosphere of the executive floor had shifted. William was still the "Ice King" to the rest of the world, but the jagged edges of his fury had been sanded down.
