Kael had no desire whatsoever to pay attention to that flirtatious man. And so, as though the entire ordeal of dinner were no more than a blink, the meal passed, and nightfall arrived.
Which left Kael's face scrunching up like a lemon.
Well… perhaps that description didn't fully capture the essence. To truly grasp it, one only needs to take a bite of a lemon and then gaze into a mirror. In short, Kael's expression was a vivid portrayal of discomfort. His lips twisted in an involuntary grimace, his nose crinkled in distaste, and a prickling heat simmered just behind his eyes, threatening to spill over.
And, as he had both dreaded and expected, Valkar had reserved only a single room.
Of course, he had.
