Phei stared at Jade Park as she walked toward them and for one rare inconvenient moment his thoughts failed to arrange themselves into anything useful.
She was… Jade was…
The words refused to coalesce.
That irritation prickled deeper than it should have, because Phei had beheld beauty in abundance. His existence had grown almost indecently saturated with exquisite women — those who illuminated rooms, robbed men of coherent speech, and sent common sense slipping out the nearest exit before it could be consulted.
He knew Maddie's dazzling arrogance, Sierra's tender sweetness, Valentina's mature radiance, Victoria's sculpted peril, Nastya's glacial princess charm, Melissa's refined elegance, and above all, the Goddess's divine grace — an impossible splendor that felt less born than consecrated by higher powers.
