Page 68 of Black Reign

Good.

Finally managed to shut him up.

Then:

GHOST: Dangerous confession before breakfast.

Heat slips into my cheeks.

VESPER: Who said it's before breakfast?

GHOST: Your mood.

I roll my eyes.

VESPER: You know nothing about my mood.

GHOST: You're contemplating the invitation.

I stop.

There it is.

No jokes.

My fingers hover.

VESPER: There is no invitation.

GHOST: Yet.

VESPER: Convenient.

GHOST: Nervous?

My pride reacts immediately.

VESPER: Never.

His response appears fast.

GHOST: Liar.

I stare.

He knows.

Not everything.

Enough.

I lean back and cross one leg beneath the other.

VESPER: Perhaps I am evaluating risk.

GHOST: Sensible.

VESPER: You could be sixty.