Sylvia raised her hands in mock surrender, a silver bracelet full of charms shimmering in the light. "I didn't do anything." She took a deep breath. "You know what Arion said about me and Thomas. He was right. There is nothing good that can come out of a relationship with an expiration date."
Dean narrowed his purple eyes.
Eyes so different from Nero's purple.
Dean's were sharper in a familiar way, warmer even when suspicious, and bright with emotion he did not always know how to hide. Nero's had been colder in the restaurant, too ancient for his age, as if something inside him had learned to wait with the patience of a creature that did not need mercy to survive.
"Does it have anything to do with you meeting Nero?"
Sylvia made an offended gasp. "Are you stalking me?"
"No," Dean said. "The palace security does that. But that time, it was Arion who saw the two of you. He was there for a meeting with someone from Draxil to talk about Andrea as an option for them."
