We’re led to a table by the window. I pull out her chair, waiting until she reluctantly sits before taking my own seat across from her.
“Lucian,” she hisses, “look at this place. Look at the prices on the menu.”
“Do you think we can’t afford it?”
She stares at me incredulously.
“You have my money.” I lean back in my chair, studying her flushed face. “Do you think I gave it to you without knowing how much there is?”
She fidgets with the leather pouch, not meeting my eyes. “I just—I’m not used to places like this.”
The server approaches, and I order wine and the house special without consulting the menu. When Astra starts to protest, I give her a look that has her snapping her mouth shut.
“Money is no longer a concern for you,” I tell her once we’re alone again. “The sooner you accept
