“Really?” “You just don’t seem like a match.” “I know what you mean. She’s far too good for me.” “Hmm.” She smiled. “You’re a good boyfriend, Your Grace.” “Hmm.” Fortunately, the bartender finished the last of the beers. I handed over a hundred-pound note and told her to keep the change just to get away from Lily as quickly as possible. “Why don’t we get these back to the table? I think the quiz is starting soon.” “Sure thing, Your Grace.” I felt her gaze on me as I led the way back to the table. She was definitely one to be wary of.
