"Greetings to the king," Eugene immediately greeted, bowing.
Atticus barely inclined his head in response. He was behaving like a badly behaved guard.
"Took you long enough." Daphne hissed under her breath. Her nose wrinkled in displeasure; she could smell the stench of other women on him. For some reason that upset her immensely.
How dare he come back smelling like a perfume bottle?
"Oh, you were waiting for me?" Atticus asked hopefully.
Daphne responded by discreetly trodding on his toes, feeling vindictive pleasure in the way he tried not to wince.
"I'm sorry, sunshine. I had to make sure to pick the most suitable wine for you," Atticus said, looking appropriately repentant. He grabbed the glass from Daphne's hand and replaced it with his own.
Daphne wanted to warn him about the drink, but maybe he already knew. Atticus was many things, but he wasn't an idiot. If he was one, her escape plan would have worked the first time.
