Chapter 208: Fickle
After Elias finished speaking, the lounge fell quiet.
Victoria Frost did not answer at once. She only looked at him, face stripped of expression, her gaze deep enough to make the room feel smaller. Anyone else might have felt their knees weaken under that look. It carried the plain suggestion that she could make a boy disappear from the world before the night ended.
Elias smiled back at her with a soft, bright, almost bashful expression.
He looked like a pure young man meeting his girlfriend's mother for the first time, not the same boy who had just threatened her daughter's future with a sweet face and a filthy mouth.
At last, Victoria smiled too.
"It's late," she said. "I'll send you back."
That sentence was enough.
The game had ended for tonight.
Elias did not bother hiding his relief. He exhaled, lifted one hand, and patted his chest with a little flourish, pretty enough to look cute if someone had missed the blade he had been holding a minute ago.
