Glass approached. “I have your gift ready.” “You’re supposed to wait until she is dressed,” Basil scolded her. “I find this boring. I want to check on the room and the guards.” Glass gave the Laird’s admin a withering look. “I understand,” I ventured into the fray. “I thank you for coming, and I’d love to see your gift.” “As you wish.” She flashed Basil a victorious glance.
