Chapter 11
Lucius
She forks the piece of lobster into her mouth, and I curse biology once again for making such a benign action distracting.
“Have you read the gossip about us?” I ask, wrenching my mind away from her delectable lips with effort.
Still chewing, she nods.
“That saves time.” I look her in the eyes—a technique Eidith suggested for when I want to show people I’m about to say something very important. “I want us to play along with that gossip.”
She swallows the lobster with an audible gulp, and in my mind, I see a whole sequence of events play out: she chokes, I get behind her and do the Heimlich (in the least pervy way possible), she’s grateful for her life and—
“What?” she asks, not choking in the slightest.
I shut the door on the bizarre fantasy and refocus on the con
