AMARIS’S POV
I gasped.
The audacity of this arrogant bastard.
In that snotty, authoritative way of his, Theron tried to walk away—slower than his usual brisk pace.
My brows creased, trying to make sense of this confusing man—then my gaze landed on the spot I’d caught him urgently searching earlier.
My eyes bulged, breath hitching for a second.
“Oh my goodness—aren’t you a little pretentious?”
Without halting his slow trudge forward, the royal asshole was gracious enough to arch a brow my way.
“Y-you…” I paused, swallowed, and squared my shoulders in determination. “You were trying to steal my underwear, weren’t you?”
Now, he stopped. Blinked. Then slowly turned his head to me.
“What?”
I marched closer to him, against my better judgment, folding my arms with a repulsed stare.
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