Nika quirked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't know how teenage romances go, but I can imagine."

She headed toward the small bathroom off her office. She couldn't do anything ornate or even stylish. She was never going to be a model like her mother, so pulling her hair back seemed the most feasible option.

"Scary-predator, huh? Light-bending heat-seeking killer who can be fooled by basic mud?"