That hit me like a punch. My chest tightened, my steps froze. For a moment, the night air felt heavier than ever.
I turned to her, my voice low but sharp. "What do you mean… by my boyfriend?"
"I saw him," Vanya said with a knowing smile, her eyes catching the glow of the city lights. "The man who followed you to the airport. He's handsome, Evric… you've got a good eye."
A dry laugh slipped from my lips. "Just because he followed me doesn't mean he's my boyfriend."
She tilted her head, her smirk widening. "You could have denied it, Evric. But instead, you asked me a question. That says more than enough."
I straightened, meeting her gaze head-on. "I'll never deny him. He's my man, and I love him so much."
Something softened in her expression, and I saw honesty rather than provocation for the first time. "I wish my girlfriend were as loyal as you," she whispered.
That startled me. I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Are you… a lesbi…?"
