Paloma Perez.
As Elijah walks away, I force myself not to watch him go. Since he stole my fork, I reach for his—only for Pasiphae to snatch it from my hand with unnatural speed.
"That’s Elijah’s!"
I stare at her, stunned. Since when does she have reflexes like that?
"He used mine." I murmur.
"Oh." She blinks back at me, then suddenly smiles with a shrug. "My bad."
"Playing plate guard for Elijah now?" Caden drawls. For the third time tonight, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from rolling my eyes.
I saw the way he looked at me. He was first surprised, like he couldn’t believe I was really here. Then that other look was a state of aghast, wondering where I got the dress for he snatched all and sundry that he ever bought for me. Made me leave his mansion the same way I came in,
