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“Rude?” she repeats, with an incredulous face as she pauses in her leaving. “You just insinuated that She should tell you about everything. That something is wrong with the message I’m delivering because you didn’t have a heads up.” Wessex’s arms cross in front of her, fixing the man with a frank, hard gaze. Bastien hadn’t even had the courtesy to introduce himself to his sister. Lucas was right - they aren’t team players. Why The Lady would want him is beyond Wessex’s ken, but she tries her hardest not to question the ways of their maker. Maybe it’s a number’s thing. “No,” she finally responds, indicating that she is quite done with this conversation and hasn’t the patience nor the time to entertain the youngster who seems to crave attention. He’ll either show up or he won’t. Either way, it’s not her problem anymore. The blonde woman turns sharply on her heels and leaves him to his... activities. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm