Chapters (28)
Ildaria blew out a breath of irritation, but supposed it was only fair she answer his question if she wanted him to answer hers. Raising the drink he’d given her, she took a sip to give herself time to decide what to say. Her eyes widened with surprise when the taste hit her tongue. It was nice. Tasty. Sweet and fruity.
“Good huh?” he said with amusement, and she glanced over to see him grinning as he watched her face.
Ildaria nodded, and took another drink.
“So . . .” G.G. said as she swallowed and set the glass back on the bar. “You dropped out because . . .”
“I didn’t drop out,” she said at once. “Lucian insisted I should switch from night to day courses, but it’s too far into the semester, so I had to withdraw so the classes won’t show up as ‘fail.’ Worse yet, I can’t get a refund on them.”
“Ouch,” G.G. said with sympathy.
“Si.” Ildaria sighed the word and then shrugged. “It’s my own fault, I guess.”
“Why?” G.G. asked at once, and then added, “And why does Lucian want you in day classes?”
“Because he thinks it’s safer,” she muttered, answering the second question first.
“Safer?” G.G. asked on a bark of surprised laughter. “You’re an immortal. Not much can harm you.”
“Si, but—” She broke off with a grimace, and then took a deep breath and explained, “He’s not worried about my safety that way. It’s more that he doesn’t want me to be put in a position . . .”
“He’s worried about you going vigilante again,” G.G. guessed solemnly when she fell silent.
Ildaria’s mouth tightened. “You know about that, huh?”
He nodded almost apologetically. “This place is gossip central, and people seem to like to talk to me.”
She rolled her eyes at that, and took another swallow of the drink he’d given her, enjoying the sweet treat.
“What made you go vigilante down in . . . some city in Montana, was it?” he asked with a frown.
Ildaria nodded, but didn’t bother to say which city. That part of her life was over now. She was stuck in Canada for the foreseeable future. Setting her drink back on the bar, she ran her fingers up and down the condensation on the outside of her glass and muttered, “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me,” he assured her quietly and Ildaria glanced his way, surprised to see the sincerity in his face. G.G.’s expression suggested that what she had to say was the most important thing in the world to him in that moment.
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