Chapter 291 Like A Hawk

• Ingrid
• “So then we’ll—Cirocco?” Amval says, looking at his brother.
• I glance at my fake fiancé to find him staring through the sweltering cave. Amval hasn’t bothered with his veil in this little mine, and Joli has been slightly more careful about the looks she’s been stealing at Amval—maybe because she had all of last night to look at him—but Cirocco doesn’t have that tact. Still, he hasn’t been outright staring until now.