She tensed her jaw at his words, bringing her drink to her lips as she tried to act as though she didnât care about his calling it âquaint.â âWhy?â She asked tilting her head towards him. âBeen stalking me?â She kept her drink held up, trying to drown out his familiar scent with alcohol.
Kalen tried not to smile like a school-boy. He could have read Elizabethâs emotions even without the boost his bloodlines gave him. She was almost an open book. âMore like I was looking for a place to stay.â He shrugged, and took another drink. âBut you can flatter yourself all youâd like.âÂ















