“You may not be able to avoid our involvement,” Lady Westcliff said with a grin. “You’re in Westcliff’s sphere now, which means you’ll get advice whether or not you asked for it. And the worst part is, he’s almost always right.” She sent a fond glance in her husband’s direction. Westcliff was standing in a group at the side of the room. Becoming aware of his wife’s gaze, Westcliff’s head turned. Some voiceless message was delivered between them, and he responded with an almost indiscernible wink.
