Chapter 103

Nadyr s entry to the apartment during the submissive s gathering caused a flurry of flirtation and laughter. The submissives were eager to catch his eye and replace Harper in his bed. The newly single second had been recalled from the front line after the discovery of his dead mate, and had been back, Amelia knew, for a week, though she had not seen him. As he stepped into the doorframe to the garden, his green eyes meeting hers across the expanse of plant life and winding paths, she felt her breath catch in her lungs. So beautiful, she thought, her green-eyed man, his eyes striking against the darkness of his hair and the black army uniform that he still wore despite being officially off-duty for mourning. She did not rise from the prettily carved bench seat on which she sat but let him cross to her. "Argis," she said to the submissive male who hovered at her side. "Could you be a darling and fetch the second a drink?" "Of course," Argis