The drive to the charity ball started off quiet. She stared out the window, arms crossed.
That alone made him feel more worried than if she gone off on him.
He finally broke the ice. "You're really not gonna say anything?"
"I'm saving the lecture until after the event. At least then you'll be trapped and can't run."
"Fair enough," he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Terrence made a mental note to never underestimate women—they were way harder to read than monsters.
No amount of mana technique could decode how their brains worked—even after 20 years of trying. If that didn't scream "unsolvable mystery," nothing did.
On the way in, he gave her a quick side glance. He had to admit—she looked good.
The gold gown fit her well, catching the light in a way that matched her brown hair, now tied back with an expensive-looking hairpin.
This one had a flower pattern, lined with small black diamonds.
