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He nodded gravely. “I understand. You shall be armed and I shall be on my best behavior.” I snorted. “Shall we?”
I followed him out of the library, our footsteps echoing on the marble floors.
Just outside the main doors, Crescent leaned against the wall. He sprang forward as he caught sight of me, a smile stretching over his face.
“Lady Morgan! You honor us with your presence,” he exclaimed.
I tried to smile. “I apologize for not saying good-bye properly last night.”
He waved a hand dismissively.
I cleared my throat. “The prince tells me you’re taking us up to the city.”
Crescent nodded eagerly. “Indeed. I thought it might be just what you needed after a... disappointing evening last night.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it?” I muttered darkly, eyeballing Draven.
Draven poked me in the back. “Play nice.”
He was right. This was Crescent. I couldn’t bring myself to be mean.
“That sounds lovely,” I forced myself to say. “I can’t wait to get out of this palace.”
There. At least that was closer to the truth. Though far away from Draven would have been even better.
“I can hardly blame you,” Crescent said enthusiastically. “I admit, I find it confining today as well. Are we ready?”
“Did you invite... the others? The ones I suggested?” Draven asked.
“What others?” I whispered, suddenly feeling cranky. I was wearing the same dress I had slept in. I did not particularly want to turn this into a large party.
Besides, why did we need company if Draven was taking me up to the city in order to set me free? Only the three of us were required for that.
Unless he had no intention of actually following through on what he’d just alluded to. I wouldn’t be surprised. But in that case, a good stick in the ribs with my letter opener would be more than fair.
I’d leave him bleeding in a dirty street while I ran. Far, far away.
I clenched the letter opener in my fist.
“Are you really going to carry that thing with you all night?” Draven murmured.
“It’s my favorite accessory,” I murmured back sweetly. “Don’t you think it compliments my hair?”
He took a step back and looked me up and down, as if seriously considering what I’d said. “You’re right. The mother-of-pearl looks lovely with your silver tresses.”
“I was joking.” I scowled. “Idiot.”
I didn’t want any more of his fucking fake compliments. My heart couldn’t take it.
“I wasn’t sure if you were certain about that,” Crescent was saying meanwhile. “But if you’re sure they won’t be in the way?”
“Absolutely not. I want you to have a night off, Crescent. Take us up and then Lady Morgan and I will wander off for a stroll.” Apparently, I wasn’t going to see much of this concert after all. “You deserve it,” Draven declared firmly.
Crescent smiled and looked a little relieved. “Very well. I told them to wait just around the corner in case...” He trailed off, glancing at me.
“In case Lady Morgan was not amenable to my invitation,” Draven finished. “Yes, I understand your qualms. I had my own.” He gave my letter opener a significant look and smirked. “Well, let’s fetch them.”
“Fetch who?” I complained. “The rest of your court?” I was put off by his refusal to accept my anger, my hatred, and my intense desire to stab him as anything but serious.
