She laughed. Not in this lifetime.
And don’t judge when I deliver answers you might not want to hear.He set his knife down. Now I’m really curious.
She chewed her food and didn’t add anything.Okay, Avery . . . tell me about your dating life.She sipped her drink and said, I don’t.
Yeah, I don’t date.You don’t seem like the hermit type.
She placed a hand on the table. Dating is holding hands and long walks on the beach, fancy dinners and midnight phone calls that may or may not include dirty pictures. Dating is attempting to go somewhere. She lifted her fork and dug back in. I don’t do that. I meet guys, flirt, have a good time, and move on.
He wasn’t expecting that. Sounds like a man.Not at the expense of your safety. I am asking you to, please, forget it. His voice quavers. He is afraid for me. Afraid for himself. If I had any sense, I would be afraid too. I am fearful of many things here at the palace, but Deven is not one of them. Even so, I feel guilty enough that I cannot deny his request.
It’s better this way, he promises.Looking into his eyes, I see the remembrance of our kiss, and the hurt of him asking me to forget it is too much. I leave him in the doorway.
Asha turns to see me come into my bedchamber. She is washing her face in the basin, her veil beside her and her face uncovered. My eyes widen at the red scars on her cheeks. She turns away and tugs on her veil.Forgive me, Viraji. It’s hot today.