FIA
I needed to start scoping him out. The thought settled in my mind as I chewed another tasteless bite of food. But how? I couldn't just ask him outright if he'd poisoned his own sister-in-law. That would be idiotic.
My gaze drifted across the table. Elara picked at her breakfast with delicate movements. She hadn't looked at me since her comment about soundproof walls.
Maybe I could start there.
"Elara."
Her head snapped up. Her fork paused midway to her mouth. "Yes?"
"Would you like to check out dresses with me?"
She blinked. "I'm confused."
"I bought a lot." I kept my tone light. Casual. "And while I had someone with an infinitely better fashion sense than mine help me out, it can't hurt to have two people look at them." I paused. Let a small smile touch my lips. "I remember you tooted your horn a little bit when we first met."
Her eyes narrowed. Just for a second. Then her expression smoothed into a smile. "Of course. Anything for you."
