Raellyn had always believed that men possessed a certain ability an instinct, perhaps when it came to matters like this. After all, it would be incredibly foolish for a man of high standing to grant her such a significant honor if she weren’t a virtuous woman. Perhaps that was why Arnav had seen right through her because of his experiences, which no doubt stretched far and wide, littered with the presence of women whose names and faces were surely long forgotten. Women of the night. Countless. Too many to name.
And although part of her wanted to confront her uncle about it about whether Arnav had said anything more, or revealed some hidden truth she refrained. For now, at least. Her own suspicions were enough, and quite frankly, they were already terrifying. The mere topic of a kiss just
