Abigail’s POV
Nathan's piercing eyes lock with mine waiting for an answer. I wished inwardly that I could avoid him, but know I can’t.
Luca raises his eyebrows, looking between Nathan and I , clearly intrigued. “If she doesn’t want to—”
“I wasn’t asking you.” Nathan cuts him off, his voice low and cold.
My stomach turns, I feel like throwing up at the spot. Luca leans back in his chair, his casual demeanor disappearing from his face. He looks like he is ready say something, to defend himself. But I rise from my seat, clutching my tray as though it’s some kind of shield.
“It’s fine,” I say quickly, avoiding both Luca’s gaze.
Luca’s frowns, although but he doesn’t stop me as I step away from the table. Nathan doesn’t wait for me to follow. He turns on his heel and walks out from the
