Chapitre 16: Chapter 16

He’s nothing like McBane, nothing. So I take Coby’s plate and flash him a quick smile that I hope says everything I try to put into it. Don’t leave yet is what I want him to see when he looks at my mouth. I can give you so much more, just don’t leave right yet, don’t go.

“My men will be gathering.” He glances at Delia, then at Maeve, and finally those silver eyes look my way again and my knees go weak. “I should go.”

I nod as if I understand. I do, it’s for the best; if those men come back here, they’ll spoil whatever rapport’s grown between us and I don’t want that—but to leave so soon? Without giving him anything, just food and a warm bed that he’ll forget the minute he’s ridden out of sight?

Turning his collar up as if to ward off my sister’s evil eyes, he asks, “Walk me out?”

When I push away from the counter, Delia starts, “Dae—”