Russet-colored eyes met hers, and why did he always care? From the moment she’d met him in a hotel lobby, she’d felt relaxed around him. Calm and composed, as if she could simply exist without the anxiety and expectations that constantly plagued her. “You’re a Pax Legacy,” she said in realization. He smiled softly. “Not quite, but close enough.” “Pax is the god of peace and serenity,” she said warily. “That’s why I always feel that way around you.” “I’m flattered, fury.” “Don’t be,” she muttered, taking the bottle he extended to her once more.
