The revelation hung in the cool night air, sharper than the sting of the spicy pork they had just finished. Sarah's eyes widened, the golden flecks in her irises catching the candlelight. "Really? Martin actually took the bait?"
"Hook, line, and sinker," Sebastian said. He picked up his silver spoon, methodically scooping the last grain of seasoned rice from his plate tapping lightly against the porcelain as if the conversation carried no weight at all.
"Tell me the details. Don't leave out a single thing." Sarah dropped her own cutlery, the metal clattering softly against the porcelain. She leaned forward, her interest sharpening, propping her chin on her elbows, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that made the surrounding candles seem dim.
"Well, I revived the 'Mr. Clinton' character," Sebastian said. He paused, his dark eyes observing the way Sarah's face immediately tightened, just as expected.
