CHAPTER 8

  Alec's POV

  I accept the offered hand from the young man. As we shake hands, the dark-haired woman beside him continued to look at me, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish. I had to clear my throat to supress the soft chuckle that threatened to escape my lips as how funny she looked. Almost star struck. But the person I was most interested in was the one who's back faced me. The dark-haired woman's hands still cupped her face and I could tell that she was wary by the way her body kept still, like a deer in headlights.

  "Forgive my friend's gobsmacked expression. She's sort of a fangirl. I'm Brandon-"

  "Steel. I remember your exhibition for the Academy. Your collaborations with the weapons guild are some amazing works." I watched as pride swept across Brandon's face and the dark-haired woman finally broke out of her daze.