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brush an errant crumb of coffee cake off her skirt before turning back to face her friend. “You ready to get out of here?”
    Following suit, Tiffany cleared her place and dumped her trash. “Yep. Two more sessions this afternoon, then we’re home free.”
    Brooke cringed, not wanting to think about facing her coworkers so soon. “Can we take a little break before we go back to the conference?”
    Tiffany smiled. “Sure. Maybe we can do a little sightseeing before we turn in the local rental car…get back to the lodge. It gets dark fairly early around here, so let’s try and visit some of the historical sites while there’s still some daylight.”
    Brooke nodded. She retrieved her itinerary from her purse and gave it a cursory glance. “I have Time Management from noon to two and three, short breakout sessions between three and five. What about you?”
    Tiffany shrugged and held the door open for her friend. “I think I’m in the noon session with you, and afterward, I have to do some teaching—the PRIMAR branding concept, integrating the new software system, that kind of thing. Either way, we should be packed, in the cab, and on our way to the airport no later than six.”
    Brooke stepped into the brisk mountain air and took a deep breath. “I hope no one mentions the…incident again,” she said.
    “They won’t,” Tiffany replied, almost convincingly. She reached for her keys to the rental car. “You just hold your head up and expect good things to happen. Trust me on this one, Brooke.”
    Brooke nodded and tried to look on the bright side. They only had seven more hours to go. She could do this. She had certainly dealt with far worse things in life. And what was a little embarrassment among professionals, anyway? She winced. Yeah, whatever. It sucked. But she would get through it. Besides, once she allowed herself to look past the humiliation, she knew Tiffany was right: The presentation itself had been stellar. Unless Halloway was a truly shallow individual, he had to see the brilliance of her strategy.
    Forcing herself to project confidence, Brooke deliberately raised her chin, drew back her shoulders, and climbed into the passenger seat of Tiffany’s rental.
    A few more hours in Dark Moon Vale.
    Then back to San Francisco.

    Napolean glanced up at the high, pearl-white ceilings in the dimly lit meeting room of the ancient Hall of Justice. Lantern light was still used to illuminate the circular space, and the muted glow cast ghostly shadows against the surrounding stone walls as the males gathered to discuss the business of their enemies.
    Napolean drew in a deep breath and counted backward from ten to one as he felt the life-affirming energy fill his lungs. He regarded Marquis Silivasi with a stern look and slowly exhaled. “The boy is simply too young to attend the warrior’s meeting, Marquis,” he repeated for the third time.
    “Nonsense,” Marquis grumbled, shifting the smiling infant on his lap and repositioning the slobber-covered rattle in his hand.
    “He’s four weeks old,” Napolean reiterated.
    Marquis smiled then, the grin of a proud father, and it was a welcome sight to Napolean’s eyes, a rare expression of unqualified joy on the face of a male who had lived a very difficult life…until recently. Marquis had met his destiny just over one month ago, and she was a beautiful and strong mate, not to mention one of the original females of their celestial race. Perhaps this was why Napolean had let the discussion go on this long: The male was a valued Ancient Master Warrior, the closest thing Napolean had to an equal in the house of Jadon, and the mate of an original princess: Vanya’s sister.
    “He’s sitting up by himself,” Marquis explained, gesturing toward the boy’s straight—well, semi-straight—back. “And he has the grip of a gladiator.”
    As if arguing for his own right to stay, the child looked up at his Sovereign and cooed.
    Napolean sighed. Indeed, little Nikolai