Zavian shook his head and put a hand on her shoulder. "It isn't easy at all."
"And lunch? At least we can have that. I am hungry, and I know you are too."
And hopefully, she would get his blood and save herself.
Zavian pursed his lips in thought, and when his smile returned, Neera wasn't so sure why.
"One of the families has requested to host me before, but I declined," Zavian said. "It was an old woman whose only relative went missing. We could keep her company over lunch today."
Neera reared her head back. "We?"
"Sure, you are dressed just fine, I will have the men bring your horse around," Zavian said. He planted a kiss on her cheek and left the room before Neera could find the words to protest.
She wanted to scream out loud, and when she caught her reflection in the vanity mirror, half expecting to find Lydia's face coming to warn her, she let out a steady exhale.
