"I meant exactly what I said," Vyan declared, tilting his head and furrowing his brows with exaggerated seriousness.
"And I am asking you what you meant," Iyana shot back, her face a mask of irritation.
"Well, didn't you leave me a pack of lavender incense last night?" he pointed out, and she nodded reluctantly. "That's it. I figured you must have bumped into Prince Easton at that time. I know you well enough to be sure you wouldn't willingly go on a romantic rendezvous with him."
As his words sunk in, Iyana was hit with a confusing mix of relief and annoyance: relieved because he trusted her, and annoyed because his confidence bordered on overconfidence.
"What if I did?" she challenged. "What if I did go on a romantic rendezvous with him?"
"I don't see how that concerns me," he responded, offering her a lopsided smile that only fueled her annoyance.
"Right, it doesn't concern you," she repeated, her jaw tightening.
