Chapter 70 Inheritance Of Thorns

• "Mother's right about this Tom Ford." Mason drawled, adjusting his cuff with deliberate casualness. The platinum cufflinks – Leo's favorites – caught the light like stolen stars. "Makes a man look like he belongs anywhere. Even places he shouldn't." His eyes met Charlotte's mischievous gaze. "As for the sharks... let's just say some folks are having trouble deciding whether I'm the next course or the competition. Might be better to let them keep guessing."
• Helena King's arctic blue eyes missed nothing – not the way Mason wore power like a second skin, not the calculating grace behind his easy smile, and certainly not the way his gaze kept finding Eve across the crowded ballroom. The King matriarch's lips curved into something that might have been amusement, if amusement came with teeth.
• "Your... right hand." Helena's voice could've frozen champagne. "She cleans up rather nicely. Though I suspect her talents extend far beyond making problems disappear." The pause was delicate as spun sugar, sharp as broken glass. "The way you look at each other – it's more than professional, isn't it?"