Chapter 181: Lost And Stolen
The man stood so quickly his chair scraped harshly against the stones. "I’ll inform His Majesty," he said curtly, bowing stiffly, not to Olivia or Shaya, but to Damon alone.
He strode off with barely concealed irritation.
Olivia watched him go, unable to stop the slow curl of a smile tugging at her lips. It was petty, perhaps, to enjoy the way his composure had cracked, but after last night, she had to stand tall against the royal family or they might be her new enemies. Talking about enemies... she looked at Damon.
"You are enjoying this," Shaya said quietly pausing Olivia
"Of course, after all you have accepted the trade. I was worried you would return empty handed." Shaya’s eyes flickered and she looked at Damon.
"There is no way I would return empty handed after meeting you." Before Olivia could ask, her head lowered And when her eyes dipped to Olivia’s collarbone, where the edge of her shawl had slipped to reveal just a hint of purpling skin, Olivia stilled.
"You didn’t hide them well," Shaya murmured.
A flush crept up Olivia’s neck as she adjusted the shawl, tugging it tighter. "It wasn’t intentional."
"I didn’t say it was." Shaya sipped her tea again, that same calm expression returning. "Must have been a rough night. Should I already congratulate both of you?"