"Dalin Ravencourt. No wonder a rare beauty and talent like you would be here," Adyr said, completely ignoring Cole. He gave a slight bow, placing his right hand over his chest in a gesture that mirrored a proper gentleman's greeting.
Dalin looked every bit the arrogant young noble—fiery red hair, matching eyes, and sharp features that made her seem fierce yet oddly charming. She had the kind of presence that made her superiority feel natural, almost earned. Just one look, and it was easy to believe she belonged above others.
Her expression softened slightly at Adyr's greeting. She turned to Cole and said, "Is this the guy you were talking about? He doesn't seem that bad."
Cole's eye twitched at her words. Trying to steady his voice, he forced a smile. "Don't let the sweet talk fool you. He's a nobody—always flirting with every girl he sees, trying to climb his way up by playing the victim."
