Elara
For several long seconds, I simply stared at Kenna. I was convinced I had heard her wrong. "Excuse me?"
Kenna held my gaze before suddenly laughing, the bright sound breaking the strange silence that had settled over the lounge.
"You should see your face." She lifted both hands in surrender. "I'm joking, Elara. Relax."
The tightness in my shoulders eased immediately. "I almost believed you."
"I know," she replied with a grin. "That's what made it fun."
Across from us, Damian quietly picked up his coffee, but I noticed the way his expression softened almost imperceptibly.
Kenna noticed it too. Her smile became even more mischievous. "You two are surprisingly entertaining."
Neither of us answered.
Fortunately, she decided to change the subject. "You've neve
