Chapter 103 The Last Straw

• The next evening, Bianca sat, wearing a deep green oversized sweater and figure-hugging jeans, listening to her Masters.
• They had turned up that evening, O’Grady looking as ruggedly handsome as ever, although he was also looking tired. St Just, as cool as ever, but with a piercing look in his eyes, as though he was searching for a way to tell her something she would not like to hear.
• Her knees drawn up to her chin, she hugged herself silently and watched them as they circled like wary fighters.