Once Maribel was gone, Eve turned back, instantly feeling Ivan's presence behind her. He was already holding two fresh glasses of wine. She raised a brow at him in silent question, and he leaned down, his voice a low whisper intended only for her ears.
"I picked these up from a different tray," he murmured.
She understood his meaning immediately, that these drinks were safe and untainted. She accepted the glass, but not without teasing him one more time.
"Thank you, darling."
Ivan sucked in a sharp breath and narrowed his eyes at her. He knew she was fully aware of the maddening effect that single word was having on him.
Meanwhile, Damien snagged another glass of wine from a passing tray and extended it toward the Minister. "Minister Silas, since the first serving didn't go quite as planned, here you go….to complete your toast," he offered, his wide, shark-like grin making Silas visibly wary.
