Yvaine suddenly found the floor fascinating. Her heels. A smudge on the carpet. Anything but my face.
"Yvaine," I said, sharper this time. "You know all the gossip in town. Spill."
She winced. "I didn't want to tell you. Thought it might... I don't know. Upset you."
"Trust me," I said. "The only thing that could upset me right now is running out of alcohol."
Yvaine gave a guilty little shrug. "Fine. Yeah. They're working together. Catherine's his secretary now."
For a second, I thought I hadn't heard her right. "Secretary? Like... scheduling and stuff?"
"Yeah."
I barked out a laugh, way too loud for a party this fancy. A few people glanced over. I didn't care.
Back when Rhys and I were a thing, I needed to book an appointment just to swing by his office with a san
