Cleopatra watched as Draven and Levina floated into the room hand in hand, with smiles on their faces, and she wanted nothing more than to drag Levina out by the hair. What did Draven see in her anyway?
"Why wouldn't your nurse leave Draven alone for Pete's sake?" she squeaked, her face turning a bright shade of red in anger.
"Why wouldn't you say something?" she spat when Lucien did not respond.
"Let's finish the dance," he tried to take her hand, but she stepped back.
"I do not want to dance, Lucien. I want you to keep your nurse away from Draven," she stormed off.
When Lucien returned his gaze to the door, they were gone, and a strong feeling of anger began to brew in his chest. She had rejected him with the excuse of seeing her father, only to show up in Draven's arms.
He marched to the table and poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it in one gulp. He loathed how easily she got under his skin, and how all her actions affected him.
