The more closer Nero drove them to Modern York, the more anxious Valentine felt. Her tummy was totally invade with uneasiness spasms, and she had to center on breathing. Indeed her hands shook.
Some of it had to do with finding Lilliane … and the plausibility her small sister would deny to come back domestic willingly.
Part of it was something else.
Something Valentine hadn’t precisely anticipated when she’d set out on this travel with Nero.
Something unexpected.
He had seen her exposed. She’d seen him naked.
Shouldn’t that cancel itself out? A few kind of quid master quo?
But no. She was a mess of nerves, and there was nothing to do. No way to calm down. Once, they passed an ice cream shop, and she nearly yelled, Halt! I require ice cream to recoup from you seeing me in my birthday
