imperceptible twitch in Kieran’s expression.
“The old ways sustain us. We don’t apologize for that.”
“Nor should you.” Kael leans forward slightly.
“Your adherence to tradition is admirable.”
I try to focus on the diplomatic exchange, but Kieran’s gaze keeps returning to me. Not in a s****l way, though. In a way that makes my skin prickle with warning.
Beside me, Daciana shifts her weight. I glance over and catch her staring at Kieran with undisguised interest. Her cheeks flush when she realizes I’ve noticed.
I nudged her in the ribs.
“Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything,” she whispers back. “You’re drooling.”
“I am not—”
“Ladies.” Elara’s quiet reprimand cuts through our whispered argument.
Heat floods my face as I straighten, trying to look professional.
The meeting continues. Kie
