Seven
That could have gone better. Amaal ran a hand through his shaggy shoulder-length hair and wondered whether he should go after Deirdre. It was so hard to know whether she would be at all receptive to his offers of comfort.
No, probably better to stay here in the kitchen. The fury and the hurt in her voice as she’d flung that last condemnation at him seemed to indicate she needed some time to sort through everything he’d said to her. He’d thought letting her know how the djinn had cared for the animals would make her feel better, since she’d previously indicated that she’d wanted to be a veterinarian and would have pursued that field if it weren’t for her family’s money constraints. Apparently, that had been the wrong tack to take.
He let out a sigh and then went to pour the last of
