Chapter 22 Twenty One

• I quietly sipped my wine as I listened to Uncle Carl speak on the stage. But why here? I can’t concentrate. I set down half-full wine glass on the table. Zevran and his woman had chosen the table right next to ours. Why near us of all the tables?
• I heard the woman chuckling at something Zevran whispered in her ear, and it pricked my ears. What could he have said to his girl?
• Sanna stared at me, eyebrows lifted, asking if I was alright. And yes, I was. Too well, in fact, that I wanted to throw my wine glass at the two and wipe off the happiness on the woman’s face. Why am I reacting this way? I didn’t know that man was invited. If only I had known...never mind. It wouldn’t change anything.