“That was smart. Your father was furious. Come on. We’ve got until lunch time at least.”
She slipped her arm around his. “What did the Council do to my father?”
Remy filled her in on the details of the rather one-sided conversation as they rode the elevator up to his room.
She whistled. “That could have gone a lot worse. You lost that duel, they could have...”
“But they didn’t. And they’ve backed your decision. I think this calls for a celebration.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. The ding of the elevator doors and someone clearing their throat cut the kiss short and they stepped away from each other. Tara’s cheeks flushed.
“Excuse us,” Remy said and they stepped out of the elevator. They hurried down the hall to his room.
Our room, Tara thought, smiling. It
