Cherion stared blankly into his porcelain teacup, slowly swirling the light amber liquid around while seriously wondering why it suddenly tasted exactly like warm water.
Which was impressive, honestly.
The tea was ridiculously expensive. This tea had traveled across three national borders, survived a grueling sea voyage, and was supposedly famous for its rich floral aroma and smooth finish.
Right now, though?
Absolutely nothing.
Certainly not because she is sitting directly across from me, he told himself firmly, taking another forced sip. Nope. Definitely not.
