“Yes?” Opening her door, she did not seem surprised to see Chris, simply leaned forward slightly to peer at the dark and deserted hallway. “All alone?”
“He refused to come.” Annoyed, Chris regarded her coldly. “How did you know?”
“Not by spying.” She threw back her shoulders as though daring him to defy her. “Just listened to the gossip. Nobody could talk about anything else tonight.”
“So do I get to ask the damn question in the middle of the hallway?” He glared at her.
For she was making everything more difficult on purpose.
“Or can you at least grant me the privacy of your room?” But if she wanted to see him squirm, she still had a long way to go.
Ylianor stepped aside, then closed the door behind him.
“So everyone’s talking about us?” The room did not offer much in terms of accommodations besides the bed and a solitary chair placed on a side.
“Yes, also your mother—”
“You met my mother?” So he chose the bed, Duncan’s advice echoing in his ears.
“She wanted to meet me.” Ylianor sat next to him. “She’s a …
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