“Not traditionally, no.”
“What about me?” Damien asked.
“What about you?”
His breath tickled her neck as he spoke. “Am I your type? If you had met me before Leo, would I have caught your attention?”
Yes. But it’s too late to think about that now.
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered.
Evelyn expected Damien to argue. Instead, he kissed her cheek. His lips felt cold against her skin, which was proof of how red her face must be.
Damien brought them to the little café in Pointe-Rosemère, where he and Leo had taken Evelyn on her third day in the kingdom. The same blonde woman was behind the counter. As happy as she was to see Damien again, she gaped at the sight of the new queen flanked by two guards. She led the four of them into a private dining room, then left in a hurry to get food.
“This was easier last time,” Evelyn said, taking a seat at the round table.
Rory raised a brow. “When were you here before?”
“The day we found the missing soldiers,” Damien explained.
“I wasn’t sure King Tristan would forgive you for sneaking Evelyn out of the palace,” Rory said.
“I didn’t do shit. Alexander charmed her into a date and I got dragged along.”
“It wasn’t a date,” Evelyn said. “We were all spending time together because I hadn’t seen the city yet.”
“Bullshit!” Damien barked. “He didn’t invite you here to give you a tour.”
“Still wasn’t a date.”
It’s so strange to be in the city again. Both times I was here before ended in death. I wonder if Damien would take me to the bar today. It’s not that I want to go back, exactly. But I didn’t get to see it after putting out the fire. I can’t get the image of the explosion out of my head.
“So when did you and Alexander become a couple?” Viviane asked.
Evelyn frowned at not having a clear answer.
Damien smirked. “What a great question! What do you think, Evelyn?” His face lit up when she glared at him. “My thoughts exactly! The correct answer is,the moment he proposed.”
I hate how accurate that is.
Viviane’s eyes darted between Evelyn and Damien. “How long were the two ofyoutogether before that?”
Damien rested his chin in his hands, eagerly awaiting Evelyn’s answer.
“We weren’t together,” Evelyn said coolly. “I tried, Ibeggedhim, but Damien doesn’t like redheads.”
“Huh,” Viviane considered. “What an odd thing for him to lie about. I could tell you so many?—”
“No need for story time!” Damien interrupted.
Rory snorted, then cracked up laughing when Damien scowled at him. Evelyn started giggling.
“Elementals, I swear,” Damien muttered. “What are we going to do with them, Viv?”
“Why are you asking me? You’re the one who ordered me into this mess,” Viviane reminded him.
“I’msorry, do you miss your post supervising the patio?”
