Nicolai waited for the woman to speak but when she did not, he raised one of his eyebrows and took the ball in his court. "You are jealous," his voice was not questioning but certain.
Jealous? Ariana snapped her head and glared at the man. Little flames of anger, rebellion, and something more danced within those lovely blues. Malignity wrapped in a cute red bow of venom.
He was so happy that he was going to shed some fucking tears, his Pallas wanted to hurt him. Which meant that she was upset over the fact that he had a date arranged.
"I am not jealous, Mister De Luca," said Ariana spitefully. "I just think that it is incorrect of you to lead someone on when you already have someone arranged for you to marry."
Those flames in her eyes if possible turned brighter and fiercer.
Fucking finally. He was starting to believe that the walls around her were simply impenetrable and impossible to break.
