Jeniva stood in the center of the grand chamber. The servant who had escorted her had vanished, leaving her alone in a room that felt too large and far too quiet. On the coffee table, a stack of disorganized papers hinted at a prince who was drowning in work.
"Why are you here?"
The sudden cold voice made Jeniva jump, her heart hammering against her ribs as Dominick brushed past her. He moved with a restless speed after what transpired between him and Juniper earlier in the morning.
"Didn't His Highness request for me?" Jeniva asked, her voice small as she followed him. "The file. You requested the reporting officer to bring it personally. My senior, Sentinel Cooper, told me it was my duty to deliver it since I was on the field."
Dominick didn't look at her. He snatched the file from her hands, his fingers brushing hers for a fraction of a second, feeling again the same electric feeling he wasn't supposed to.
