“Thank you for helping me,” Kaiya said to Jonathan. “With the convoys. My… my fiancé returned yesterday.”
If the revelation that she was spoken for dismayed him, he didn’t show it on his face. He didn’t give any indication of emotion at all, in fact, upon hearing the news.
“I’m glad to hear it,” was all he said, and he nibbled at the cake. “So you live here?” he asked Tilda.
She shook her head. “Just staying. Making sure this one doesn’t get in too much trouble.”
Jonathan grinned. “And how’s that working out for you?”
“Don’t get me started,” Tilda said with a dramatic sigh. “She’s out of control. You should really look into her, you know. Maybe you need to take her away for questioning.”
Tilda smirked and stabbed a sultana with her fork, holding it up for Kaiya’s viewing pleasure.
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