“Of course,” she murmured, lifting another bite to her lips, stilling the impulse to ask how he’d obtained the wound. His hand paused in the middle of bringing his first bite to his lips. “You still say that,” he breathed, a bit of the chill lifting from the air. “Pardon?” He paused. “Dougan told me that was your answer for everything. ‘Of course,’ as though all you learned was as it should be, and so you accepted it.” “He told you that?” At Dougan’s name, she opted to drink the rest of her wine. “Yes.”
