“I do hate to interrupt.” That was a new voice: definitely not Juliette. Rosalind pulled away, looking over Orion’s shoulder right as he turned too. Benedikt Montagov leaned in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest casually and a slight lift in his brow. Despite his words, he didn’t seem to hate interrupting at all. If anything, he enjoyed being the one to barge in.
