Dimitri POV
"You said WHAT?"
He stared at her, aghast. She'd pulled him aside in one of the portrait galleries on the way to dinner. Priceless artworks surrounded them, but they could have been boy-band posters for all the notice he took.
Ariana remained calm. Princess-like. Even queenly.
"You can't have thought that was a good idea," he burst out. "Sign on with Irina of all people? And my brother?"
"I said I'd talk about it with you." She kept her voice low. "We're expected at dinner."
"Of course we are," he snarled. "Nothing better than sitting at the same table staring at my brother through several courses and dessert and after-dinner drinks. It's bad enough--"
But he broke off, not wanting to tell Ariana that Luc had hit on him. Well, on Sebastian.
Ariana took it all in stride. "Bad enough what?"
"It's bad enough that we have to go through all this," he improvised.
