Before I can take a seat, the sound of several dozen chairs scraping the floor fills the room as everyone around the table stands up. “Um . . . what’s going on?” I mumble and look at Drago sideways. “Sit.” I lower myself onto the chair. Drago takes a seat at the head of the table, and everyone else sits back down. I turn to face my husband and whisper, “Is there a hidden camera?” Drago’s gaze moves from my mouth to my eyes, and the corner of his lips lifts. “No.”
