ROBERT POV
Was I expecting Killian to bring us directly into my sister’s office?
Nope.
Did I expect the door to swing open like she’d been standing behind it with her ear pressed against the wood, ready to pounce?
Also no.
But when that door flew open, and I saw her—Luna Amber in all her majestic, no-nonsense, queen-of-the-cabin glory—I knew we couldn’t back away. Not even if we tried.
“Pauline,” I said with a smug grin, “this is our sister, Luna Amber. Sissy, this is Pauline. Our mate. Our love.”
Her eyes landed on Pauline with a precision that could cut glass. That classic Amber look: one brow arched, mouth slightly pursed in amused curiosity. I knew that look. It said I see you and I’m watching you, but not in a threatening way. In a you better not break their hearts or I will bu
