The grin died when I saw that he hadn’t been talking to me. “Bonjour, Monsieur Hildebrand,” trilled a daimon girl in a tutu. She put her hands on his shoulders and went up on pointe to kiss him on both cheeks, a gesture he returned. In the process, her skin shivered over to a warm caramel that matched his, which contrasted oddly with her maroon hair. Vale hadn’t noticed me yet, but if the heat I felt in my cheeks was any indication, I was turning as red as a daimon myself. “You haven’t been around lately.” The daimon girl pretended to pout, pooching out her lips and sucking in her cheeks. “I’m a busy man.” “Mm. I know how you like to get . . . busy.” As she stepped closer to him, he saw me over her shoulder and took a step away from her reaching hands. She stumbled on her toe shoes and caught herself against the wall with a muttered, “What’s wrong with you?” His eyes didn’t leave mine as he stepped around her. “Told you. Busy. Later, Jess.” She did her best to storm away, but it’s awfully difficult to stomp successfully in toe shoes and a tutu.
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