The Sentinels no business but gold

murkwater eyes met the glint of apple-green. intrigued enough by the rare color to steal closer, lionel let his eyes probe the weaknesses of the sinewy feminine body before him. and, if he was being honest, which for the mayfair was a dubious state, the woman who had come close was attractive.
but she was not one of them, and so the goldbrush was watchful, observant. "hello," he said, with all the mannerliness that deirdre had plugged into his siblings and himself. "can i help you?" never occurred to the boy once that she and her group had been here first.