Lyralei pressed her lips together, fighting the laughter that kept bubbling up her throat. Her shoulders shook with the effort of holding it in, and she had to look away from Eliasen’s irritated expression before she completely lost control.
Across the feast hall, Gerald stared at her with something that looked like surprise painted across his features. His red eyes were wider than she’d seen them before, his mouth slightly open like he’d forgotten what he was about to say. When he caught her looking at him, that damned smirk replaced the shock faster than a heartbeat. He turned back to his conversation with the warriors flanking him, but she could see the tension in his shoulders.
Lyralei’s gaze drifted to where Rienna sat with her little group of followers. The girl’s face had gone an
