Chapter 12

“I assume Yaru told you who I was,” Keaton said when I arrived at his table, saving me the trouble of trying to open the conversation myself. For a bachelor so young, he appeared to have plenty of confidence. Before I left my table, I didn’t take long to drink most of the drink, and now I could feel a warm fuzziness spreading through me. Perhaps relaxing a smidgen was exactly what I needed.

“He might have,” I replied, stopping far enough away I could keep an eye on the other two women with him in my peripheral vision.

“Either he did or he didn’t.” His eyes flicked with fire.

I let a small smile flash across my face again, but didn’t answer.

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?”

I tilted my head to the side slightly, studying him as if I was considering his words and if I wanted to obey them.

“Auralia,” I said, dragging the syllables out.

“Well, Auralia, you’re bold.”

“More… curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m a resurrected.”

He let out a barking laugh, his