He didn’t protest, but instead said smoothly, “If you wish. I will confess that it’s something of a relief not to have to explain my…condition…to you.”
She didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, so she offered Zahrias a hesitant smile before seating herself. Jace and I busied ourselves getting settled, and while I was putting my napkin on my lap, Zahrias picked up the open bottle of wine from the table and poured some into Julia’s glass. It was a red; I hoped she wouldn’t mind that, since I’d only seen her drink white wine back in Los Alamos.
But she thanked him, and he handed the bottle to Jace so he could pour wine for himself and me. After that, we seemed to be more or less set. I wondered, as Zahrias picked up his own glass, whether he would offer some kind of toast, and what it
