‘Dominion?’ Sastra stared at the man. ‘D–’
He’d closed the distance entirely, hand pressed across her lips. Sastra lent back, away from his hold, still glaring at him. He could be lying. He probably was.
‘He doesn’t know,’ Kivan explained, ‘so you can stop saying his name before someone hears it and he finds out.’
Sastra shook her head, ‘but he, they…’ she shook her head, ‘he barely looked at her all evening? Are you sure they’ve even met?’
‘You’re quick to defend a man you’ve only known a day,’ he was affronted, arms folded across his chest.
‘What are you accusing me of?’ Sastra demanded before regretting her quick temper. Probably what her arrangement to walk with the man had implied. That she was willing to become his lover.
‘You don’t know him,’ Kivan was stern, ‘yet you’re will
