"So this is Damon Grey... he's bolder than I imagined."
Lilith glanced at her grandmother, who was smiling at Damon with an amused twinkle in her eyes.
"Hmmm ahhhh..." Lilith held her face with her palm, her cheeks flushed crimson.
"He is quite interesting... I can see why you're so smitten with him. Girls your age always like the contrarians, the ones with a rebellious streak..."
Her grandmother teased with a gentle laugh.
Lilith bit her lips, lowering her gaze.
"I'm... not smitten..."
Her voice was soft, though her flushed expression betrayed her.
Lilith's father sighed, saying nothing. He still wore the same tired expression with the bags under his eyes, watching quietly.
'So that's Ranar's son …'
But he wasn't the only one looking at Damon, who was clearly trying to make a statement before all present.
Cassian leaned slightly toward the Grand Duke.
"Should we..."
