“We can keep catching up over dinner,” Lord Robert decided. “I’m starving and the wine has already been poured.”
Everyone made their way to the table. Evelyn sat between Lord Robert and Haydn, who took the last seat at the end. She hoped Lord Robert would be loud enough to mask any inappropriate comments.
As much as I like the filthy things that come out of Haydn’s mouth, now is not the time.
Leo sat at the head of the table with Hannah and King Tristan. Chatter filled the room, especially as wineglasses were raised.
“I see your necklace arrived,” Haydn noted.
“I have questions about it,” Evelyn said.
“I’ll tell you what I can. Some details will have to wait until you come to Lochmatten.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
This is the Haydn I remember. So fucking unhelpful even when he’s useful.
“I’m surprised you’re not constipated from all the secrets you hold on to,” Evelyn muttered.
Haydn choked on his wine as he tried to laugh and swallow at the same time.
“Are you all right, Councilor?” Lord Grégory asked politely.
“Oh, yes.” Haydn wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I just wasn’t expecting such a high compliment from the princess tonight.”
Evelyn blushed. Thankfully, no one had any follow-up questions.
“Have you read the book yet?” Haydn asked her.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Did you try it?”
Evelyn continued cutting her steak into increasingly small bites.
A grin spread across Haydn’s face. “Did it work?”
She nodded.
“I thought so,” Haydn said, far too cocky.
“How did you know?”
“Just another shitty secret of mine.”
Evelyn glared at him. “I shouldn’t have written to you.”
“I’m surprised your guard dog allowed it.”
She dropped her gaze. “I don’t report to Damien.”
Haydn raised a brow. “You didn’t tell him? Look who’s keeping secrets now.”
“It’s not a secret! You’re here and only botheringme.”
“Should I bother your sister instead?”
