Chapter 184
- Chilled fruit juice stood in a frosted jug, iced tea clinking in a tall container. There were chilled glasses too, misting in the warmer air of the conservatory, and a bowl of ice melting in the heat.
- ‘Um, what would you like?’ she asked, guessing Almeric had had the tray placed near her deliberately, but he shook his head.
- ‘Nothing for me,’ he said. ‘But help yourself to whatever you prefer.’