The Harbinger’s mouth hung open with Aisha’s remark, but then closed it right after. Aisha saw the rise and fall of his chest. She noted how deeply Damien was breathing, as if he was silently meditating for three seconds if he was going to kill her or not.
Did she push the wrong buttons? Aisha couldn’t tell exactly if she did. What she knew was that Damien took more time to react than his usual. That itself, deemed to be something new for her.
“What makes you think I am some green-eyed man?” Damien almost hissed, his eyes blazing with denial. “Why would I be jealous? And for what reason?”
A tiny giggle escaped Aisha’s mouth, and her hands quickly rose up to cover them with only a tiny bit of regret. The corners of her lips slightly raised into a playful smile. She blushed a bit, and then leaned forward.
“I don’t know, Lord Damien,” she feigned innocence, “I just noticed you were asking a lot of questions that seemed to suggest you are.”
