Chaol stole another kiss from her. “As much as I would like to show you just how much I am at your command,” he said against her mouth, “I have another matter to deal with before bed.” Yrene’s brows rose. He grimaced. “I need to introduce Aelin to my father. Before they run into each other.” The man hadn’t been near the hall when they’d arrived, and Chaol had been too worried for Farasha’s well-being to bother hunting him down. Yrene cringed, though amusement sparked in her eyes. “Is it bad if I want to join you? And bring snacks?”
