Diana knew things had gone badly as soon as she saw Caine walking into town behind Edilio with his head down. She was running to him before she could stop herself. Like a fool, like a stupid tween rushing some pop star. Right across the plaza. But even when she was standing right in front of him, right where he couldn’t fail to at least see her legs, he wouldn’t look up. She reached to touch him on the arm, hesitated, did it anyway. “Caine.”
