His eyes went to Hazel first, then to Varder, then back to Hazel with a careful neutrality that told her everything she needed to know about what had been said.
"Your Highness." Fenris inclined his head toward Varder. "I've come to check your levels. If—" his eyes moved to Hazel again, "—if this is a good time."
Varder looked at Hazel.
The look was not an invitation to stay.
She picked up her composure the way you picked up a dropped glove — smoothly, without acknowledgment — and she walked to the door without looking at either of them.
She felt Varder's eyes on her back until the door closed, and she told herself it was something, that even his watching her leave was something.
She needed to try harder because he treated her like crap didn't mean her didn't love her, he might as well just be in denial, some men did this big ended up falling harder, she needed to up her game.
He didn't love her because of Ava, but he didn't seem like someone who cared about Ava.
