Page 128 of The Kingdom's Reckoning
Ferencia nibbled on her thumbnail but quickly removed it when her eyes met Myra’s. "This conversation would be much easier over some brandy, don’t you think?" she asked, strolling toward a side table. "I believe I still have your favorite, Laurince."
"Fine," Laurince mumbled, raking a hand through his hair.
Myra tried—and failed—not to think about why Ferencia had Laurince’s favorite brandy. Myra didn’t evenknowhis favorite brandy, let alone that he even liked the alcohol.
Ferencia grabbed the decanter and peered into it. "Hmm," she hummed, shaking the bottle. "We seem to be out. Let me run and grab some."
"That’s really unnecessary," Laurince argued.
"Oh, nonsense. I’ll just be a moment," she said, heading for the door.
"But—"
Ferencia was already gone, though, the door clicking shut behind her.
Laurince sank back into his chair. "Stubborn woman," he muttered.
"She always was," Rian said with a roll of his eyes.
"So…are you two…?" The question slipped from Myra’s mouth before she could stop herself, the jealousy reaching a tipping point.
"We were," Laurince admitted, straightforward.
"Oh," Myra said, fiddling with her fingers.
Laurince paused his fidgeting and looked up at her. He arched a brow. "Are you…jealous?"
"What?" Myra blurted. "No, of course not. Why would I be?"
"She’s definitely jealous," Rian agreed with a small smirk. "Did you see how her jaw ticked when Ferencia mentioned having your favorite brandy?"
"I amnotjealous."
"If you say so, Haze," Laurince said with a wry grin.
She hated how her body reacted to the nickname.
Laurince leaned toward her. "If it’s any consolation, I think Ferencia is more jealous than you are."
Rian snorted, claiming the seat next to Myra. "Without a doubt. I thought she was going to punch you the moment she saw you holding hands with Mys."
"She wouldn’t," Myra said with a gasp.
"Oh, Ferencia has done far worse," Rian claimed.
Myra looked to Laurince for confirmation, and he shrugged.
"She nearly cut my head off when I ended things with her," Laurince said nonchalantly. "And that’s not an exaggeration."
"When did you end things? It seems…" Myra hesitated.
"Recent?" Laurince supplied.
She nodded.
He scratched the back of his head. "I suppose it is, although it feels like years ago now. After the fire, I was focused on making sure Rian was all right. However, when no one would let me see him, I refused to listen. I searched for him everywhere. It took up most of my time and energy, and Ferencia grew annoyed since I was spending less time with her."
"Isn’t that a little…" Myra bit her lip, not wanting to insult the woman whom she barely knew, especially one who had saved them from getting caught.
