Suddenly Treffon remembered what Violet had said about him the night before – when she hadn’t known who he was.
And it was clear that Violet remembered it too. Her face went pale and she looked up at him in dismay.
“Treffon,” she said. “You’re Treffon. The Reginar.”
“Yes. And I understand that your name is Violet.”
He held out his hand to shake hers, human style, but she took a step back.
“You…you just let me…you let me make a totalfoolof myself last night,” she said in dismay. She looked really, really hurt. Tears glittered in her eyes, the sight twisting in his gut like a knife. “You could have stopped me at any time, but you didn’t. I actually really liked you,” she said. “I mean, I know you didn’t like me back in the same way – obviously you don’t think I’m your true mate – but still…I thought maybe we could be friends, and…”
Her cheeks turned bright red and she turned and plunged into the crowd.
He tried to push after her, but a crowd of women suddenly surrounded him, chattering eagerly.
“Ooh, are you the Reginar? Do you have a castle?” a tall brunette asked, stroking his arm and leaning forward to shove her breasts against his chest. “I bet you’re really rich. I just got new boobies. Do you like my boobies?”
He did not like her boobies. Nor did he like the rest of her. He likedViolet.
He jerked away, but the women kept following. He snarled and growled at the women, sending waves of fury radiating outwards. They fell back with little shrieks.
But by the time he’d managed to extricate himself and made it to the door, she was gone. Again.
