Yvaine's POV The restaurant wasn't a fancy place. No candlelight, no waiters balancing silver domes on porcelain. It was the kind of restaurant where the plates came heaped and the prices are very low, and it was packed even this late, with every table crowded and the air thick with steam and laughter. "This place has the best food in the city," Rhett said, pulling out a chair for me. "I'm not biased." "You're completely biased right now, but I trust you, if you say it's good, then it is so." I said, almost failing to hide my excitement. "Well maybe I'm slightly biased." He slid the menu across the table. "Get the braised lamb. Trust me, it tastes really good." I was still scanning the page when I noticed a man cutting through the crowd with a tray in his hands. He was huge, with a heavy brow and his face looked naturally ready to start a fight. "Rhett," I whispered. "Someone scary is coming behind you." "I know." He didn't even turn around. The man reached our table. Rhett t
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