Dinner that night was a quiet affair. A relief to Irenya—and everyone, she thought—after the excitement and celebration of the previous day. By the time dinner was over, there were a number of stifled yawns around the hall and the night finished early.
With Mikey and Kael in the MageGate’s tower, guards outside their door, she had regained her privacy—and her bed. In her rooms, she kicked off her shoes and considered going straight to bed. She unlooped the top two buttons on her dress and groaned at the soft knock on her door. It was Elaaron. He took her hand and kissed the palm. Her heart, suddenly hot and slick, tripped a beat.
‘I would like to think the very air of Dar Orien enhances your voice,’ he said. ‘Dining in the hall could never be the same without your presence. Which brings
