“Well, ex-Consort, if you can’t come to our studio, we have brought the studio to you.” “I’m sorry. I really am but I don’t have time to—” Fiona narrowed her eyes. “Jun?” A young Japanese man stopped by her. “Sister?” “Bring the ex-Consort to me.” “Curran!” I backed away from the railing. “Curran, help!” Laughter exploded in the bedroom. Bastard.
