Just as she was about to ask him what he was drinking he said, “Pray join me. Let us drink to something.”
“Ah—um, to life?” she said timidly.
“Ah, yes. Excellent,” he said, smiling wide enough to expose his even, white teeth to her for the very first time. Lifting his goblet out in the toast he said, “To life.”
“To life.” Zofia took a sip and then another. She wasn't crazy about champagne, and couldn't understand why other people liked it. Of course, on Euphoria, they had their own sparkling wines. Most of them were much better tasting than this.
A chuckle rumbled from Saint Germain as he watched her. Leaning a cheek into a fist, elbow on the table, he was a study of a man enjoying himself.
“What's so funny?” she asked.
“You must forgive me, Zofia,” he said. “It has been a while sinc
