"So this is your definition of nice?" Reed asked, leaning against the doorframe of my study with an amused expression.
I didn't bother looking up from the documents scattered across my desk. "What are you talking about?"
"You told His Majesty you'd be 'nice' to us," Reed said, gesturing between himself and Cassian Vance, who stood beside him. "Yet here we are, summoned before dawn for what I can only assume is another lecture about our inadequate protection of the Duchess."
I finally raised my head, fixing them both with a level stare. "The fact that I haven't fired either of you despite your constant distractions is the very definition of nice, Reed."
Cassian shifted uncomfortably. "Your Grace, if this is about yesterday's incident with the—"
