DAVA was the one to crack first, her irritation simmering over. "Quit with the death stare, Skye, would you? It's just making this soooo uncomfortable."
Skye, slumped against the gleaming white stone countertop of the giant kitchen, didn't even flicker an eyelash. "I'm not staring. I'm paying attention."
"Watching what? My flawless...