Page 222 of Black Reign

“I wasn't calculating.”

“You were.”

“I already know them.”

Her mouth twitches again.

Good.

Keep joking.

Keep looking at me.

Keep breathing.

I take off my coat and settle it around her shoulders.

She catches the lapel.

Then stops.

Her expression changes.

She lifts it slightly toward her face.

Inhales.

My chest tightens.

“The wedding,” I say.

Her eyes lift.

“What?”

“You did this with my jacket at the wedding.”

Color rises beneath her tan.

Interesting.

“You don't know that.”

“Orange blossom.”

She stares.

“I knew you smelled it.”

“I identify details.”

“You buried your face in the collar.”

“Travers exaggerates.”

“He saw?”

“He has eyes. Unfortunately.”