Natalia
“I can’t believe you actually went to dinner with him,” Damon said as we walked through the front door of our home. He wasn’t angry, but there was a tightness around his eyes that betrayed his jealousy. “You know what he’s like, Natalia.”
“What was I supposed to do?” I hung up my coat and unwrapped the new scarf from around my neck, carefully placing it on the hook. The pretty lilac color made my life feel just a touch happier, brighter. “The alliance is still so new. If I had refused, it would have looked suspicious.”
“I just don’t like the idea of you being alone with him.”
“I wasn’t alone,” I reminded him. “Our warrior was there the whole time. Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”
“No?” Damon lifted an eyebrow. “The way he was looking at you when I walked in suggested otherwise.”
