After apologizing, Elena no longer knew how to look at Zeyan.
The slap downstairs had come from exhaustion, irritation, and the feeling that he was once again about to use some connection to solve things for her. Now, with the black card lying on the table, she finally understood that at least this time, she had judged too quickly.
Zeyan really did have a Crown Ember card, and Gavin had confirmed that every privilege they received tonight was repayment for an old favor. It still made her wonder what exactly had happened during the five years he disappeared, but knowing people she did not know was hardly enough to make him guilty of anything.
Zeyan put the card away.
“It’s fine.”
“It isn’t.” Elena looked at the faint red mark on his cheek, her voice lowering. “I shouldn’t have hit you
