Blair was out of her chair before the sentence finished leaving her mouth.
"I'll be right back."
She didn't wait for permission. Permission was for people still sitting. Blair was already vertical and felonious.
The war room watched her go with the energy of a class whose teacher just walked out mid-lecture. Some were relieved. Some were confused. Griffin was considering leaving too.
"Should we—" Griffin started.
"No," Ryker, Kael, and Sterling said in unison because chasing Blair Drakencrest was a hobby for people who enjoyed failure and nobody in this room had the goddamn energy.
Nicholas watched the door close. His amber eyes tracked to Damon, who was staring at her empty seat displeased by the new arrangement. His whole evening had been Blair and now Blair was gone and the chair was bullshit.
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The guards outside Maddox's chambers saw her coming and made the smart decision, which was to become furniture.
