Silver Elite

by Dani Francis

He looks younger than me, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Tall, leanly muscled, with angular features and pronounced cheekbones. He looks familiar, but I’m certain I’ve never seen him before. My gaze tracks his lazy, arrogant swagger. His blue shirt is untucked. Zipper undone. He tugs it up as he walks, unfazed by the disapproving glares directed his way. When he notices Radek and Cross, he gives a magnanimous gesture of his hand. “Oh, please continue,” he cracks. “Don’t mind me.” I swallow a laugh. Others aren’t as successful, as some titters go through the crowd. Visibly irritated, Cross stalks toward the source of interruption, who holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Calm down now, Captain.” “Who is that?” I whisper to Lyddie. “His brother,” she whispers back. My brows fly up. “The colonel?” “No. This is his half brother, Roe. He’s younger.”

of course, another son of the general she hates so much for her to lust over. oh boy I wonder if he's Wolf or another potential love interest 😑