Page 30 of Enchanted Heir
He gave his head a shake. “Afraid not. There is a concert of sorts shortly.”
“Perfect,” I deadpanned.
“Do I need to be concerned?” he asked as he picked up speed.
“About?”
“Well, you do sleep in my bed next to me. With your blatant hostility tonight, do I need to fear for my life?”
My eyes went to his. “Absolutely.”
He smiled. “Jorah. I am far from a perfect man, but I tend to not make the same mistake twice. I can assure you, it won’t happen again.”
I let out another sigh. “I’ve heard that before too.”
He leaned in close enough that I truly did think he was going to kiss me. Close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath. “Not from me you haven’t. Do not confuse me for my brother.”
“Fine,” I snapped.
I thought we were done dancing for the night; the dances had all been shorter, which I now realized were to make time for the concert. So I moved to walk away, but then I was being spun back toward him, and dipped toward the ground.
I kept my eyes on his blue-gray ones, a brilliant color against all the white light from the chandeliers. “Show off.”
He grinned. “Anything for you, love.”
As I walked away, I found I was smiling though I didn’t want to be. My mouth was a traitor.
I found my way over to Gwen and Nara, hoping the concert would soon begin. I just wanted this night over with. But then I realized that even when it was, I was still stuck with Krew.
Dammit.
Maybe I’d go rage bake instead.
“Here.”
I felt something in my hand and looked down to see a truffle. My favorite kind. And there was Molly. She’d been more distant tonight, but also not rude either. I missed her. I missed playing cards with all the other consorts, for that matter.
“Thanks, Molly,” I smiled. “Doing okay?”
She shrugged. “I adore music, so I am looking forward to the concert Prince Keiran said is happening.”
That reminded me of another person who loved music. A person who was not here.
“You okay?” Molly asked. “Where did you just go?”
I gave her a pained smile. “Nowhere. I’m here.” But being tired of lying to her, I added, “It’s just that my father also always loved music. There for a while after he died, I couldn’t listen to it at all.”
She cocked her head and looped her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry, Jorah.”
I spun us toward the truffles. “More chocolate is needed. Come along.”
It wasn’t until we were getting whispers that I realized how odd it was to the Savaryn guests present that Molly and I should be friendly still.
“How are things?” I whispered to her.
“Fine,” she whispered back. “Honestly. He’s been nice. For you?”
I sighed, unsure how to answer that.
