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“What is it, my sweet?”
She forced a smile to her face and turned to Avrin, who sat across from her. “Nothing. Just saw something unpalatable.”
The king’s advisor raised a brown brow. “The servants haven’t brought the food yet.” Shit. “The smell of the food? Yeah, that’s it.” He took a deliberate sniff of air. “I don’t smell anything unpleasant.” “Trust me, I do.”
He shook his head. “I’ll never understand you. But it only makes you more alluring.”
Her saucy reply died upon her lips when Talion’s dreaded velvet voice interrupted from behind her. “Are you flirting with the human again, Avrin?”
She growled under her breath. The King of Asses butted in once again. Unfortunately, the head table was his table. If it weren’t for her friends, she’d sit elsewhere, but she didn’t want to be separated from Avrin, Kenhel, Cal, and Relian. The happy newly-weds had yet to show, though. Damn them. And Kenhel must still be tied up by his commander duties.
Avrin sent her a wicked glance before turning his gaze to the Erian king. “Of course. I find human women very fascinating.”
Talion snorted. “What other one is there to flirt with, my friend?”
She stiffened at his implication that no one would give her any notice if there were any other single humans around. He could take the insult and shove it up his elvin— His taunting voice cut into her thoughts.
“Nothing to say?”
“Oh, I have a lot to say. But none of it’s appropriate to say in public, especially to a person of your esteemed station.”
He chuckled and leaned down. His breath fanned against the sensitive skin behind her ear. “How about you take me to task in a more private locale?”
She froze as a shiver swept across her shoulders and down her back. Ignoring the funny feeling, she concentrated on the suspicion blooming in her mind. What fricking game was he playing now? Taking a deep breath, she turned to catch a glimpse of his face. Bad idea. His eyes glowed with a mocking light that highlighted the attractive laugh lines branching from them. All in all, he looked delicious. Oh hell, no. She wasn’t going there. “Not on your life, King Tut.”