He said the last word with such emphasis, such bite, that I almost choked on air.
Woah, he's jealous. Actually jealous.
This cold, stoic duke is having a jealousy fit right now.
A giggle escaped me before I could stop it.
I immediately covered my mouth, but it was too late.
Everyone was staring at me.
The Emperor looked amused.
Arabella looked scandalized.
Cassian looked delighted.
And Lucien looked like he didn't know whether to be embarrassed or pleased.
He extended his hand toward me. "Roxanne."
I looked at his hand. Then at his face. His gray eyes were intense, almost pleading.
Fine. FINE.
I placed my hand in his.
His fingers closed around mine immediately, warm and firm, and he basically hauled me out of my chair.
"Have a nice day, dear!" the Emperor called after us, his voice suspiciously cheerful.
Lucien pulled me toward the door, his grip on my hand never loosening.
