And now she was talking about partners, and her hand featherlight and overfamiliar on his. She seemed to know what he wanted well enough. Her confidence was something, indeed; Yassine could hardly even take due credit for corrupting her, when she seemed to glide effortlessly into trouble all by herself.
Never mind this fight, then; it was much the same as the last, and Miss Blackwood was far more appealing to watch. A pity that her red hair was hidden under the scarf she was wearing. Part of her attempt at secrecy, no doubt, but a pity all the same, because that vivid colour was oddly becoming on her.
“So you’re going to try and thrill me, are you?” Yassine murmured, not able to resist the jibe, though he expected she well could. “Tell me, Miss Blackwood,” he added, eyes still fixed on her at the expense of the fight they were supposedly watching. “Where exactly do your family imagine you are tonight?”
Never mind this fight, then; it was much the same as the last, and Miss Blackwood was far more appealing to watch. A pity that her red hair was hidden under the scarf she was wearing. Part of her attempt at secrecy, no doubt, but a pity all the same, because that vivid colour was oddly becoming on her.
“So you’re going to try and thrill me, are you?” Yassine murmured, not able to resist the jibe, though he expected she well could. “Tell me, Miss Blackwood,” he added, eyes still fixed on her at the expense of the fight they were supposedly watching. “Where exactly do your family imagine you are tonight?”
