She gives me a warning look. “Strictly speaking, I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Here…as in Davon?”
“Here as in Valsta.”
“Why?”
She glances around, making sure no one will overhear. “I’m forbidden from entering the human territories.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“I told you, I wanted to see a show.” She looks down, tracing the table’s wooden grain with the tip of her finger. “And I thought there was a chance I might see you again.”