Zoe watched as Evan ended the call and then set the phone down on the table next to his beer. “So she’s not sending the troops after me?”
“Not yet.” He drank some of his beer. Zoe found something oddly satisfying about watching the muscles of his throat move as he swallowed. “But she doesn’t want you wandering around the city at all hours, either, wants to make sure you get home safely.”
Of course not. Their little prima-in-waiting had to be kept under lock and key at all times. Okay, she knew that wasn’t really true, that she had plenty of autonomy as long as she didn’t test the limits too badly, but still. Annoyance flared once again. “Maybe I don’t want to go home.”
He raised an eyebrow at that remark. “Zoe, you have to go home sometime.”
“Why? Because that’s what I’m supposed to do
