“Well done, Mr.Ravenwing,” he said earnestly.“After last night, I assumed you’re not the type to enjoy playing along with party games.”
“I am not,” Sage answered flatly.
Mr.Moore’s smile grew.“I think I’ll have to sit with you next time so we can work together like everyone else.Nobody would be able to beat us then.”
Sage’s expression curdled.“You would have me sit on the floor?”
“Of course not,” Mr.Moore said, his forehead wrinkling.“We can both sit however we like.Only closer.”Suddenly, he was on his feet faster than a man half his age might’ve managed.“I’ll see you upstairs.”
Sage blinked at the space Mr.Moore had left behind, and then again at the newly empty sofa and chairs around the sitting room.Apparently the answer he’d given was so scandalous that it sent everyone to bed.Sage got up to follow.There was no use staying in the room alone.
“Conrad is rather spry, isn’t he?”
It took a moment for Sage to realize it was Keelan speaking to him.
“He is,” Sage agreed warily.Keelan chuckled.
“Everyone else is a bit surprised, but I think the two of you look well together.”He leaned in far closer than Sage was expecting him to before he added with a whisper, “Do not let anyone try to convince you that a man from the country is not perfectly capable of making you happy.”With a smile and a satisfied nod, Keelan scurried off to where Silas was waiting for him.
Sage stared after him until the room was empty of everyone except for the servants moving the furniture back into place, snuffing the candles, and quenching the fire for the night.
