Kael did not care to pay any attention to that flirtatious guy at all. And so, like the entire dinner experience had been a wink, dinner passed and evening fell.
Leaving Kael's face all puckered up like a lemon.
Well. Maybe that wasn't quite the right description. To really understand, all one needs to do is bite into a lemon and then look into a mirror. Essentially, Kael's face was a living picture of discomfort. His lips pinched into an involuntary scowl, his nose screwed up in revulsion, and a stinging heat brewed just behind his eyes, threatening to overflow.
And, as he had dreaded and expected, Valkar had reserved only one room.
Naturally, he had.
