Nightlight didn't wait for an answer. He slid onto the loveseat beside her, body angled toward her, one arm draping over the back. The proximity made the booth feel suddenly much smaller.
Up close, she could see that his eyes were a very clear, startling blue. Not ice, despite everything. More like late afternoon sky.
He didn't recognize her. Of course he didn't.
"Long night?" he asked, head tipping slightly. "You look like you could use some fun."
Evalyne's mouth had gone dry. "Something like that," she said.
He smiled, slow and easy. "Well," he said, "you came to the right place."
He shifted closer, closing the negligible distance between them. His thigh brushed hers. His hand found her knee—not grabbing, just resting, fingers light—and then he was moving, weight shifting as he swu
