**Make Believe—J T Peterson**
"Depending on how well you perform in the future, then I might just grace the masterpiece before your mortal sight." Khaos finished with a dark grin.
Ember blinked. "So there's a reason why you've accosted my privacy after all?"
"Surely you didn't think I simply came here to drink in your beauty?"
She smiled shrewdly, painfully aware of just how close their faces were. "So you think I am beautiful, my lord?"
For a rare second that Ember captured in her long term memory, Khaos BlueBlood, normally quick witted man he was, was tongue tied.
Then he scoffed as though she had grossly insulted him. "I've a servant I want you to place on the Drovane family's ship when you're arranging their itinerary." He said, successfully evading her question.
