Tessa Carlston—the only woman in the room who could pull off a pristine uniform and a death glare at the same time—rose to her feet.
"How dare you insult your captain like that, you filthy toad?" she snapped. "Don't you dare compare our hard-working captain to a sleaze like you, you oinking pig!"
The man coughed awkwardly and adjusted his rings.
Selis arched a brow. Well, well . . . protective much?
Tessa was Lucian's second-in-command—and according to campfire gossip, possibly his future wife, although Lucian himself had never confirmed anything about it.
Tessa was stunning—white hair like moonlight and a figure that could launch a thousand ships . . . and maybe capsize a few just for the drama.
But to Lucian, she held all the appeal of a museum statue. Unless she was a vampire he had to kill, she may as well have been invisible.
Selis had never seen the man express interest in anyone, unless silently judging someone's sword stance counted as flirting.
