OFHYP (working tittle) sneak peek:
I can’t marry Maven. The elevator doors started to close, but Tiberias’s hand shot forward and stopped them. His expression solidifying into his usual stern, sulky demeanor like a line of soldiers falling into place. Of all the members of Maven’s vile family— and extended family— the one that unsettled Mare the most, the one she hated with visceral fervor, was the robot now quietly standing beside her. His mammoth shoulder leaning against the opposite wall, as far as possible from her, his hands tucked in his pockets. “Have you seen your brother?” Mare snapped. The silence was making her skin itchy. "I need to talk to him." “It’s bad luck for the bride and the groom—” “As if you care about my fortune,” she almost laughed, turning in his direction. “As if you weren’t sprinkling legal incentives all over the prenup to get us divorced. Yeah, I have my sources. You’re not as sneaky as you wished.” He did the military robot version of a chuckle; a quick straight-faced expulsion of air through the nose. “I was merely looking out for your wellbeing.” He turned to face her. “Making sure you don’t walk out empty handed.” Her jaw dropped. What was this talk of walking out? On the very day of her wedding, no less.
