CHAPTER 29

　　I smile. He is rather fun to fluster, “Nothing,” I reply, “Merely that I could practically follow the processes of your mind as you examined the window.”

　　“Oh. Is that bad?” He asks.

　　"Not at all. Although I daresay you won't want to try to earn a living as a professional gambler,” I grin.

　　He laughs at that, “Certainly not, but I …,” His eyes narrow, “If you can tell so well what I am thinking, what precisely do you think I was thinking?”

　　I feel something young and carefree taking hold of me, something I haven’t felt in all the years since I was left for dead, and even though I know this can’t possibly go anywhere, I am powerless to stop myself as I step forward and say, “You were thinking you would like to kiss me again.”

　　"I was not!” He says indignantly.

　　‘He so was,’ Cerberus chuckles, ‘And so did we.’

　　‘Maybe you were,’ I mumble, but then I give up, he knows what I think.

　　I nod slowly, “You were.”