Alexander glanced at Bel briefly before taking off after Nathan, the unwanted guest already out of sight. She turned her gaze back to Davien, who was looking at her with a shocked expression.
"What?" she asked, frowning lightly.
"What do you mean, 'what'? You threw your sword at him," he said.
"Is that a problem?" she asked, puzzled. "I didn't like that he called me 'sweetheart,' and I could tell you didn't like him either."
"No, it's not a problem," Davien said and it truly wasn't. It was just that his first reaction wouldn't have been to throw a weapon. He smiled and closed the gap between them, lifting her chin to kiss her. This caused Bel's eyes to widen in surprise. "I've just always wanted to do that." He pulled back.
Bel shook her head, trying to regain her bearings. It was hard to figure out if he meant throwing a sword at Nathan or the kiss. "Who was that?" she asked instead.