Stunned, Azriel only stared at her. When a figure walked past him, and he saw the head of black hair with head bowed and scurrying away as fast as she could, Azriel was instantly aware of Freya's petty ploy and pulled away her arms from around him.
"What's wrong with you?" He glowered.
"Shh, let's just go to your chambers. Less talk, more action," she grinned wickedly, her voice loud.
Before Azriel could salvage anything from the situation, Penelope had already disappeared. Azriel cursed, and with a steely grip on Freya's hand, he hauled her into the library.
"What was that for?" He asked, anger visibly written on his face.
Freya's other hand massaged the spot on her hand, but the grin grew more on her face.
"Helping you," she said. "Building your reputation, making her jealous. You're welcome."
