Duncan
Cloevanna was exhausted after the last round of interviews with the fae. She had sat through six hours of the same questions and received virtually the same answers from everyone.
“Shall we head to dinner?” I asked as she stood up for her chair to stretch.
“My goodness is it time for dinner already?” She sighed and checked her watch. “Time flies when you’re repeating the same interview over and over. Only three hundred forty some odd to go.”
“How about we eat at home tonight?” I suggested. “Just the two of us?”
“That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile.
“I’ll have Chloe stay with me tonight,” Anthony said. “You deserve a date night Miss Cleo.”
“Thanks Anthony,” I said. “Do remind her training tomorrow and you’re more than welcome to join us too. Hope
