“That scowl,” Vaelen murmured, not bothering to lift his gaze, “will ruin my reputation. Everyone already thinks I’m wicked, at least let them believe you’re enjoying this.”
The audacity.
“Fortunately,” she said coolly, refusing to glance even once at the male seated across from her.
Because he was watching her.
Had been, she was certain of it, even while pretending to scribble notes into the margins of some pack treaty or contract or whatever it was he'd pulled from his coat the moment they’d left.
“I’m not.”
“Shame. I had high hopes for a dramatic exit.”
She had too. Might deny it now, but had hoped Flynn had fought for her. Not let her go … but she had walked into this choice. And part of her knew she would make the wrong one.
Vaelen finally looked up and gods—his eyes. She’ll n
