Alexandra grinned, eyes sparkling. "That blessed," she corrected dramatically. "He was in Damian's robe, half-asleep, completely wrecked from last night, and still had the audacity to glare at Edward for bringing tea and not coffee."
Irina covered her mouth, half-laugh, half-shocked gasp. "What does he even drink?"
"If you want to get under his skin," Alexandra said, lowering her voice like it was a sacred truth, "bring him coffee—preferably a latte. Extra milk, no sugar."
Irina blinked. "No sugar?"
"No," Alexandra said solemnly. "He claims he's sweet enough already."
Irina choked on a laugh. "He said that?"
"Oh no," Alexandra grinned, wicked and proud. "I've said it."
Irina raised both brows. "To his face?"
"Of course," Alexandra said, sipping her tea with mock elegance. "He tried to argue once, but it's hard to sound convincing when you're draped in silk and glowing like a cathedral window after a night with the Emperor."
Irina's mouth dropped open. "You're evil."
