Bo leaned closer, his blue eyes turned cobalt, and then pointed his finger down at the table. “And you’re sitting at the Royal Table. Only a royal can sit here.”
Great, just broke another cardinal rule.
“Then why isn’t it marked?” I lifted my chin and stuffed a piece of sausage in my mouth. “Because everybody knows, but I keep forgetting you’re new and don’t know anything about our world.”
I refused to show fear, even though I was shaking in my sandals.
“Can I just finish my lunch, and then I’ll leave?”
He rubbed his chin. “No.”
I glared and started picked up my tray.
He put his hand gently over mine. “What I meant to say is… I want you to stay.”
“I can?”
“Absolutely. You intrigue me.”