What Kira felt was easily described: anger. The blood in her veins boiled to the point her cheeks flushed. Lila beside her, as shocked as she was, noticed her sister's reaction - only noticeable by a good observer. As if she was used to do it, Kira raised her glass and waited impatiently for a servant to fill it and thanked him; she drank the wine almost at once. The strong taste of the drink and the warmth of it in her body calmed her mind. There would be an explanation, it had to be. She looked at Nichol at the high table and perhaps her gaze was so intense that he, even though distracted, captured it. He smiled at her and raised his glass, as a casual greeting. Seriously, she raised her own empty cup, not for him, but for it to be filled again.
Dinner followed in the same manner as the
