“A date?” William asked with surprise as he was slipping his shirt on.
He turned to look at where Annabel was sitting at the edge of her bed, tying her shoelaces. She had actually considered putting on a dress for dinner with her parents until he reminded her that if Ozias broke through while they were at dinner, she’d have to fight him in a dress. So she had decided that flat shoes and comfortable pants were worth listening through her mother’s tirade instead of appearing like an i***t to fight the god of death in a dress and heels.
“Yeah. We have some time before we meet with Iris and my parents and we have never been on a date. We might never have another chance, so let’s go. Unless you have another suggestion?” William opened his mouth, and she tilted her head, giving him a knowing
