"That look in your eyes gives away your feelings," Drayce spoke, his intention obvious.
Arlan glared at him. "And what about now?"
"You can try but you cannot hurt me. You better save that for your enemies."
The knock on the door interrupted their banter.
"Your Highness, it's Orian. I brought tea for you," the voice announced.
The door opened and Oriana entered the study, only to find two pairs of eyes—one a deep blue and other one a striking red—keenly staring at her.
Flustered, she lowered her gaze. 'What's with these two? Did I come at a bad time?' She walked towards the desk to put that tray down.
Arlan looked at Drayce as if saying, 'You should spare that staring for your woman.'
Drayce offered him a mocking smirk, as if replying, 'Did it offend you as if I am staring at your woman?'
'My possession.'
'Whatever.'
