“As if you could,” said Barrons. “Perhaps not. But I do enjoy thinking about it.” “Bring it on, Tinker Bell.” I stood up. V’lane laughed, and the sound was angelic, celestial. Although he no longer affected me sexually, he still packed that otherworldly punch. Regal, larger than life, he would always be too beautiful for words. He was dressed differently than I’d ever seen him, and it suited his golden perfection. Like Barrons, he wore an elegant dark suit, crisp white shirt, and blood-red tie. “Get your own fashion adviser,” Barrons growled. “Maybe I decided I like your style.”
