Chapter 34 The Candlelit Conversation

• The four of them sat beneath the glow of crystal sconces and flickering taper candles, the long table dressed in silk and scattered with fresh-cut roses. The dishes were simple but exquisite—herb-roasted lamb, honey-glazed carrots, wild rice seasoned with citrus and thyme.
• Wine flowed easily, though no one seemed to need it to feel intoxicated.
• Jenna leaned back in her chair, watching Mira from across the table. Her friend was flushed—beautifully so—as Damien passed her a small dish with a crooked smile. Mira blushed deeper, her fingers brushing his as she took it, eyes darting quickly to his lips before she looked away.