Page 17 of Tears of Revenge
“And when would that be?” She returned the smile, though Varos wasn’t sure if it was because of Marcus or the thick chocolate drink she was sipping.
“Friday night.”
“What time?”
“Around nine in the evening.”
“Only if that isn’t too late for you,” Varos offered.
“Not at all,” she hummed. “Where are we going?”
“The Lone Star Flight Museum.” Marcus continued to explain before Avalon could speak. “We know it’s a little farther away and if you don’t wish for us to pick you up, we’ll pay for transportation.”
She took her time, chewing on a bite of her sandwich, her eyes focused on the wall behind Marcus.
“Please don’t feel pressured into either choice,” Varos added, wanting her to know that she was safe and able to make her own decisions.
“So, I can meet you there?”
“Of course, you can.”
She nodded, her shoulders dropping as she relaxed. “What’s the dress code?”
Marcus shrugged. “I don’t believe it has one.”
“You two are aware that she can just look it up herself, right?” Lysander muttered from across the room.
Marcus’s jaw clenched, his gaze whipping to Lysander. “What are you implying? That we think she isn’t clever enough to do so?”
“Then why not tell her?”
“Because she can decide herself if she would like to be surprised or not.” Varos turned to Avalon, watching her amused gaze flicker between the other two men. “It is up to you.”
“Okay…” she said light-heartedly. “Do the three of you always bicker like this?”
With bright eyes, Marcus rested his elbows on the desk and leaned towards her, cocking his head like a joyful little puppy. “Why? Does it amuse you?”
“It’s quite entertaining,” she admitted, that beautiful blush sweeping over her cheeks again.
A rumble from Lysander let everyone know how he felt about the situation, but Varos could see how Marcus was planning on using that to his advantage. He’d always been the mischievous one out of all of them, and teasing Lysander was his favourite pastime.
He moved to Marcus’s desk to work, giving Avalon space to eat her lunch. Marcus had never been interested in human work and though it wasn’t to anyone else’s standards he was happy to play along.
After finishing her sandwich, Avalon reached for her chocolate drink again and sipped away, enjoying the view. She seemed fascinated by it, her mind seeming to blur out everything else around her. Marcus was also enjoying his view—the one of Avalon.
She sighed in awe, chewing the straw between her teeth. “Yeah, I really wouldn’t get any work done if I had to sit here all day.”
“That’s why I let them do the work,” Marcus chuckled.
She joined in the laughter, her gaze still out the windows. “Well, you must be a very good friend to them if they keep you around.”
Lysander let out an alarming noise that almost seemed like he was choking, but even Avalon recognised it as one of amusement.
Avalon opened her mouth to reply, interrupted by the sound of her phone. With an annoyed glance at her screen, she silenced the noise.
“Time to go back?” Varos asked, unable to hide his disappointment.
“Unfortunately. Can I come back tomorrow?”