I have to shake myself back to reality. “What?”
“You had food.”
“Oh.” I glance at the table beside me. “I put it down.”
He follows my glance to see the still-full plate. “You ate none of it.”
“I was talking.”
“That’s never stopped Niko from shoving food down his throat at every opportunity.”
Niko holds up both hands, protesting his innocence. Unfortunately for his case, one still has a bone in it. “No need to drag me into this,” he complains.
“Go away,” Kane says.
Niko looks past his brother and meets my eye. He gives me a quick smile, a What’re ya gonna do? shrug, and backs off into the crowd.
When he’s gone, Kane touches my elbow. “Are you cold?”
“No.”
He adjusts the shawl around my shoulders anyway.
Behind him, the room is still reacting to Alisa. People are crossing the bal
