Both men were throwing daggers at each other. If it had been old times, they might have ended up duelling by now over Aselia. She awkwardly stood between them, her eyes roaming from one man to the other, it was clear they despised each other.
"Stay away from her. I don't want anyone else touching my girlfriend," Jaguar growled in a very low voice so only they could hear him. This not only affected Xiran but Aselia too.
"Stop fighting over me, I am not a possession. And I willingly danced with him. Isn't that the point of masquerade balls? Or am I a hostage without free will?" she turned her attention to Jaguar and solemnly asked. His anger had dissipated and was replaced by embarrassing confusion.
