Greg froze, staring outside. His eyes pleaded for one simple thing—that his clanmate behaved properly. One miscalculation could destroy his cover.
Unlike the other times he had seen her, this time Greg was more composed, calmer. He had anticipated her arrival—she had informed him earlier. The clan captain wanted to recruit them all.
"Who's that?" Alexander asked, still digging into his food.
"Another clan recruitment," Greg answered, his eyes silently laying down the rules.
Be professional! they screamed at him without words.
"Another one?" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Blue Jaguars—you came consecutively," Greg muttered as a cold breeze funneled through them.
The woman's voice cut through, carrying a shiver in its tone.
"Let's talk inside for a minute," she pleaded, her voice loud yet seductive, loud enough to reach the dining room. She knew Greg couldn't just let them in on his own authority.
