Chapter Eleven - The Charming Bad Jokes

Declan had argued that going to Paris under the Tour Eiffel was the best place to reconcile. However, Milo and Shay had vehemently - repeatedly - said that no, it was not a good idea. The only reason Declan had ceded was because Milo eventually admitted that Amara hated trains, especially trips that took over an hour. They had all agreed on Parc de la Tête d'Or and its cafe on the back left corner. An open-air cafe.

Amara was already stewing over a hardly-touched drink of some kind, deliberately keeping her eyes down and unaware of much else around her. Despite the somehow-perfect temperature, the slight evening breeze, the beautiful park. She glanced at her phone now and then, but that was all.

With utmost caution, Declan approached her. When he was a foot away, he could feel the anger coming off her in scorching waves like the heat off a fresh mug of coffee. He gulped, loud enough for Amara to hear him.

She paused, then looked up at him from her seat. Her expression was nearly unrea