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“Good,” Cyrus said with a small smile.
Evelyn stirred her porridge. “So, how was your night?”
Cyrus took a few bites of his breakfast. “Decent, though the bed was a little stiff and small.”
Evelyn laughed. “I imagine it would be with two.”
Cyrus’s brow furrowed. “With two?”
Fucking flames.
His confusion was blatant, and Evelyn realized she’d made a terrible mistake.
She shoveled two heaping portions of porridge into her mouth, waving her hand dismissively. She swallowed. “Never mind.”
Cyrus watched her as she rose from her chair, his eyes narrowed and lips in a thin line. Goddess, he wasn’t going to drop this, was he?
“I’ll meet you at the stables.” Evelyn didn’t meet his eyes and never gave him a backward glance. She almost ran as she fled the table and Cyrus’s assessment.
“Saige, wait!” he called behind her.
She did no such thing, heading out of the inn and into the sunless morning. Gray blanketed the sky, and the promise of rain hung in the air.
She made it to the stables and found Bleu tied out front, saddled and ready for them.
“Do you mind enlightening me as to what that was back there?”
Evelyn turned, inch by inch, wishing away the embarrassing blush on her cheeks. Behind her, Cyrus stood with his arms crossed, waiting and expectant.
She cursed. Why had she said anything? Why had she cared in the first place? She refocused her attention on Bleu’s stirrups and reins, checking everything was in order, not daring to meet Cyrus’s eyes. “I saw you with the young woman.” She masked her tone with indifference and tried to sound aloof while her body scorched as if she’d burst into her own flames.
Cyrus said nothing for a moment and then, “Do you mean Penny?”
Evelyn scoffed. “You remembered her name. I guess that’s good.” She raised her brow in a taunt.
Cyrus’s eyes went wide. “Moons,” he hissed so low Evelyn barely caught the word. She didn’t have time to think about it, because he laughed and then his next words rocked her. “You’re jealous.”
“What?” she said, dropping her tone and indifferent demeanor. She tried to recover, fumbling her words. “No. I’m . . . trying to make conversation.”
“About a woman you believed I brought back to my room?”
In all her years, Evelyn had never thought she’d die of embarrassment. By vampyr, certainly. By demon, possibly. Preferably by old age. But never embarrassment.
“Again, I was trying to make conversation.”
Cyrus’s lips twitched into a smile, and Evelyn found herself in deep shit. Fucking flames, he was already attractive, but when he smiled, he became devastatingly beautiful. She couldn’t stop staring, barely registering his next words.
“If you must know, for conversation purposes of course, Penny was a friend of McKenna’s. She sought me out to tell me McKenna had a lover, one she met only at night. Penny also told me they used to meet at Castle Connacht.”
Kade dropped his smile, and it all dawned on her.
“Oh.”
“It’s why I suggested we go there on our way back to Callum.”
Oh.
Cyrus strode to Bleu, checking the saddle himself. “So you have nothing to be jealous of.”
