Maisie
Soren was supposed to be our chaperone. But we knew that was just an excuse to get away from the Council and his duties and spend time with me.
Not that I was complaining.
He chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets as we approached the door. "Always so jealous, Chastain. It must be exhausting comparing yourself to all of this perfection, but I'm not here to hijack your date. I am merely observing."
"How about I pluck out your pretty eyes and gift them to you in a jar?" Quinlan quipped, pulling the door open for me. "How's that for observing, Your Perfection?"
Soren lifted his hands in mock surrender. "Such aggression. One would think you were in love with me, and not Adams." His perfectly arched brow ticked upward. "Oh my... are you in love with me, Chastain?"
I slapped my hand over my mouth, but a breathless laugh escaped me anyway. Quinlan flipped Soren off over my shoulder, but there was a playful glint in his eyes as he slid into the seat beside me.
