Eryx followed her line of sight, and the moment he saw Alaric and Armand, something in his expression hardened.
"Who are they?" Laila asked, distracted as she kept staring. "Are they models or something?"
Eryx grabbed her wrist abruptly. "Not important."
She blinked at him. "What's wrong with you?" but, her eyes drifted back.
For a brief second, Alaric looked up. And his gaze met hers. His eyes rolled over her from head to toe and he sure look like, he liked what he saw.
Then his eyes slid to Eryx, lingering there for half a second longer than necessary, before he looked away as if she didn't exist.
Eryx's grip tightened around her wrist.
"Eryx—" Laila was about to protest, but he didn't let her finish.
He pulled her toward the car, opened the door, and practically shoved her inside. The door slammed shut.
"What the hell?" Laila protested.
Eryx rounded the car, got into the passenger seat, and shut the door hard. "Drive. Now."
