Vyan let out a harsh, derisive laugh that echoed through the forest. "I am jealous? Please, Your Imperial Highness, do you even hear yourself?"
Easton's cold eyes remained steady. "I hear myself perfectly fine, Your Grace."
Vyan's laughter died abruptly, replaced by a deadly serious expression. "Then enlighten me. What possible reason could I have to be jealous of you regarding Lady Iyana?"
Ronan sensed the brewing storm between them and took a cautious step back. Easton has struck a nerve; Vyan looks furious. What do I do?
"For starters, you have been watching us since yesterday, going around hand in hand," Easton said, his tone icy and taunting. He was intentionally trying to provoke Vyan.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he thought, show me your face, Grand Duke.
