Chapter122:

Her former lady-in-waiting nodded, but didn’t say anything. Puzzled, Kit cocked her head to the side for a moment, studying her. Blankka refused to look at her and wouldn’t speak. “You can go.” Cassius politely waved her away, and Blankka hurried off. Kit stared after her. “Something was different,” she said, taking another drink and turning to face him. “She wasn’t herself.” He knew something. Kit could tell by the way he was breathing, unevenly, like he had something to say. His eyes flew across the dance floor, back to where he had been standing before he’d come to her aid. Eli was observing them, which was no surprise, but he looked away after having met Cassius’s gaze. “I think... you should speak to him about it.” A red flag went up in Kit’s mind. “All right....” She took another sip of her wine before deciding she’d had enough. Whatever it was, she wanted to know. Setting her goblet on a table on the perimeter of the dance floor, she crossed between dancers, glad to hear the son