It was seven o’ clock and, by Black Central Park, a multitude of lights and couples could easily be seen, some holding hands.

David suddenly took both of her hands in his. “There’s something wrong,” he said quietly. “And I want you to tell me what it is. Right now. Are you getting bored or something? Because, if you are, I could always drop you home.”

David halted in his tracks. “What did he say?” he demanded, an uncharacteristically angry touch to his tone.

Right now, though, David looked so angry that she suspected he would end up exhibiting some muggle dueling skills next time he met Tanzeel.

“I can’t believe he’s doing this,” he said heatedly. “He has been lecturing me about how you’re using me for the past, whole week. But to actually say that to you. This is the last straw. Forget he ever said it, Kash.”