As always, Daniil is infuriatingly unflappable. Maybe that’s why I’m as flappable as I am. Yin and yang, or something annoying like that.
My brow furrows. “Is there ever a moment when you’re not glacially calm?”
“Would you prefer I not be?”
“Yes! It would reassure me that you are in fact human.”
His smile only gets wider. “I assure you, I am in fact human. But if you need to be sure, you can always come over here and explore me.”
I’m blushing hard, and simultaneously wishing society would return to Victorian-era beauty standards of thick white foundation so he wouldn’t be able to see the flame on my cheeks.
I force myself to take a deep breath. I have a point to make here. I just need to concentrate long enough to make it.
“This trip was meant to be about finding Isla a dress to wea
