Who could pester her better than the insufferable Greyford?
Elain could not wait to be rid of the man. She had never been particularly fond of the idea of marrying someone from another city, but now it sounded appealing. If it meant days of endless peace far away from Rafelius, then perhaps it would not be such a terrible fate after all.
"You should try this." He lifted a canapé between his fingers.
"No, thank you." She would have loved to taste it, but she feigned disinterest.
"How are your injuries?"
"Injuries?" she repeated with a frown. Then she remembered claiming to have suffered a minor injury before.
She turned her attention toward the dancing crowd while he stood beside her, his body angled toward hers.
"I know your aunt punished you," he said casually. "She discovered your cousin's secret and blamed you for helping conceal it."
