Darius tapped on his arm and then gave Serena a pointed look. He would swear she was acting like a cat drenched by rainwater and pulled out into the sunlight forcibly.
"Do I like that bad?" Serena asked.
He noticed the way her lips quivered downwards and he was instantly apologetic. "No, of course not. You just have not touched anything on this table."
She seemed to be satisfied with his answer and she stylishly reached for a grape. Darius turned his attention to Riven who seemed to be engrossed with whatever Charlotte was talking about. He had doubted Silas' decision to bring her here but Darius had forgotten how entertaining she could be whenever she wanted to.
Such was the power of good liars.
"So tell me, Riven of Dawnbreak, what sort of food do you like to eat up North?" Darius asked, his tone light, hands loosely clasped before him on the table.
