By the time Eros gets to breakfast, Demitri is already long gone. But judging by the look on my bonded’s face he has already met Elena on his way to breakfast. When he sits down next to me, I half expect him to rage about my cousin, but he doesn’t. In fact, he shakes his head in disbelief.
“The guy showered her with golden dust and gave her roses … What else could he do to make her say yes?” he asks, barely able to believe that Elena didn’t want to be Demitri’s escort after such a gesture. I let out a soft chuckle.
“Some girls just prefer it simple,” I explain, before turning back to my plate. But there’s something strange wavering off Eros. Something that seems like a mixture of wonder and relief. I turn to him with a questioning gaze as I can feel him blocking me from thoughts, t
