We'd been riding for hours when the Duke and Duchess decided they needed a break. Not just any break, a break at a "suitable" establishment. I was thinking maybe they'd settle for a nice roadside tavern, something with decent food and a place to rest their pampered feet.
But no, they wanted a fancy restaurant, and not just any fancy restaurant the most expensive one in the entire damn region. I could practically hear the coins slipping out of my pocket.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I muttered under my breath as we pulled up to the place. The building was ostentatious, a towering structure with gilded doors and velvet ropes. The kind of place where a single meal could bankrupt a small kingdom.
Cassandra, who had been trailing along with that annoyingly charming smile of hers, looked at me with a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What's wrong, Ciara? Not your kind of place?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
