Page 65 of The Promised Prince
Trev cleared his throat. “I’m glad.” He noticed how her perfume lingered around him, and he secretly wondered what it would feel like to touch her.
Nope.
Never mind.
No touching, and nothinkingabout touching.
“I’m not going to dance with you,” she said plainly, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
“I would be offended if you did,” he quipped back.
“Well, I’d be offended if you asked me.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m not going to.”
“Good,” she said, raising her chin.
“Good.” He could see a playful gleam in her eyes and the way she bit back a smile.
They stood in silence for a moment, watching the people in front of them.
“Areyouenjoying the party?” Renna asked, nodding toward his hiding spot behind the pillar. “Because you looked strange over there, watching everyone from the shadows.”
“I was spying.” He turned his head and widened his eyes for dramatic effect. Renna snorted, giving him a rush of satisfaction. He loved to make her laugh.
“I’ve been thinking about the so-called spies,” she said.
“Really?” That surprised him, and he turned to face her.
“Yes, really.” She scrunched her nose at him. “Tolsten spies wouldn’t be able to get information about your military unless someone high up told them what the plans were. I don’t think your problem is spies. I think your problem is an informer.”
“An informer.” Trev let that sink in a moment. “You’re right. I’ve been so blinded by everything else, but you are absolutely right. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I could be wrong, you know.”
“Well, if you’re wrong and I make a fool of myself, I’ll be sure to blame you.” He nudged her with his elbow.
Oops.
No touching.
No flirting.
Trev quickly turned back to the crowd of dancing people in front of them.
“I guess congratulations are in order,” she said. “I’m sure winning the tournament will help you with the election.”
“I didn’t do it for the election. I did it for the kiss.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders sank a little bit.
“No, not for the kiss,” Trev stammered, trying to explain. “I meant, I did it, so Joniss wouldn’t kiss yo—” He stopped himself, and their eyes met. He took a deep breath and swallowed back his real answer, replacing it with what he ought to say. “So he wouldn’t kiss Seran.”
Renna turned her gaze to the dancing, nodding her head dramatically. “Of course.”
Trev stared at her for a moment, definitelynotmemorizing every curve of her face.
“I don’t know what the big deal is between you and Joniss,” she said.
