Page 313 of Reign

“You’re so arrogant.”

“And yet you’re comfortable.”

“Your arrogance makes an excellent chair.”

I tighten my arm around her waist. “Careful, princesa.”

She smiles to herself, entirely unrepentant, then returns her attention to the club.

Her gaze lands on a couple standing near the bar.

The man is speaking quietly to a brunette woman, his body angled toward hers. The brunette has her arms crossed and an expression sharp enough to draw blood.

Elena shifts on my lap. “They’re fighting.”

“They aren’t.”

“They absolutely are.” She points discreetly. “Look at her face.”

“I am.”

“That is the face of a woman considering whether murder is worth the paperwork.”

“She always looks like that.”

Elena turns toward me. “You know her?”

“I know most of the regular members.”

Before she can ask anything else, a blonde woman approaches the couple.

She slips an arm around the brunette’s waist and presses a kiss to her temple. The brunette’s entire expression changes. The man says something that makes both women laugh, then bends to kiss the blonde.

Elena sits straighter.

“Oh.”

I wait, already knowing where that mind of hers is going.

“There are three of them.”

“There are.”

She studies them with renewed concentration.

“One of them had an affair.”

I laugh. “No.”

“The man and the brunette were married first, and then he started sleeping with the blonde.”

“He didn’t.”

“The brunette had the affair?”

“No.”

“One of them has to have had an affair, otherwise this isn’t enough of a telenovela for me.”