Tanya’s POV

Caspian is quick in his greetings to Marco, with something clearly on his mind that he’s eager to spill.

“So, Tanya, have you ever been to a banquet?” he probes with a toothy smile.

“Um,” I have to stop myself from glancing in Marco’s direction upon recalling our night at the auction. With Marco’s memory loss, did the Autumn Equinox even count? “No,” my tone does not meet the energy of his an