The chandeliers of the Grand Aria Hotel glimmered like frozen constellations, and yet Wynter was only half-listening to the symphony drifting through the air. Keith had gone to talk with someone while she had just slipped away from a tedious conversation about wine varietals when a familiar voice coiled around her ears like mischief incarnate.
"I'm starving," Eris announced dramatically, appearing from behind a curtain like some bored ghost with a wine flute. "Do you think if I flirt with the dessert table long enough, it'll give me its number?"
Wynter blinked at her in amusement. "You're supposed to be watching from the shadows, not stealing canapés."
"I was watching," Eris said with a pout, swiping a canapé from a passing tray. "But Dante is being extra boring tonight. He only made two threats and zero dramatic exits. I was hoping for at least one explosion. Or maybe a heist."
"You sound disappointed."
"Immensely. I left my book for this."
