Cian and Rivian were both seated in Kieran’s drawing room. Cian was neatly tucked in a dark corner, and Rivian sprawled in an overstuffed chair.
“She’s a Priestess of Thalia, and she’s been helping Helena with her healing. Says Helena is incredibly strong despite her lack of training,” Rivian said. “And the Priestess is lovely and so kind. Maybe I should ask her to the royal ball.”
Cain said nothing as he stared out the window.
“Tell him,” Kieran demanded.
“Tell him what?” Rivian asked, as clueless as usual.