"What do you usually do for fun?" he asked eagerly, trying to make small talk.
I smiled lightly. "Just read books."
"Books refine the soul. No wonder you carry yourself so elegantly."
Feeling awkward, I stood up. "I need to use the restroom."
I wandered through the club for what felt like ages, never finding the restroom—only to bump into someone familiar.
Ariana Whitmore and Jonathan Jared.
They were walking side by side. We met in the hallway—no way to avoid them.
The moment Ariana saw me, her smile vanished. She glanced at Jonathan. "Why is she here?"
Jonathan looked equally surprised. He shook his head slightly. "Back at the Medivale, Maxwell sent her home. He didn't bring her along."
Their words told me everything. They'd come here to hang out, afraid I'd tag along—so they'd
