CHAPTER 43 Worried About Her
Rhaegar
I was worried sick about her, and she was with Layth the whole night. I fumed when I saw him, and the fact that she was stopping me from killing him made it even worse. Nalya managed to calm me, and we walked back to town together. I grabbed her hand when I saw a cafe, and she followed me without protesting.
We sat at the corner table, and a slutty human waitress came to get our order. Her lust-filled gaze looked me up and down with a smile.
"Hello, what would you like to have?" she asked.
I held Nalya's hand over the table, " What would you like to drink, baby?"
She seemed a little surprised at the endearment but didn't show it in front of the waitress.
"I'll have a vanilla milkshake," she looked up at the waitress.
"And you, handsome sir?" she purred, making me cringe.
"I'll have a black coffee," I told her coldly. The waitress walked away, swaying her hips. Nalya sighed.
"Are you alright?" I asked.