“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said quietly, and then he straightened and slipped into the crowd.
Cassandra nodded, watching him go. His figure disappeared among the rich fabrics, gleaming jewelry, and murmured conversations. Still holding her glass, she took another small sip of wine, the taste almost bitter now.
He didn’t deny it, she thought. He didn’t even look surprised.
A strange coldness crept up her spine, but before she could sort through what it meant, a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts.
“What was that about?”
She rolled her eyes before even turning. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Of course.
Evan.
Cassandra turned slowly and met his gaze. “Didn’t your mother just drag you away?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed her arm, not roughly, but firmly enoug
