Finally, Darla scrambled for cover, her voice brittle. “Of course, of course. I didn’t mean any of it. It was just a joke. Why would you be jealous of me?.” she let out a dry laugh and I raised my brows, unimpressed.
“A joke?” I echoed, tilting my head. “Well, then.” I gave her the same sweet smile she’d once tried to wear. “I’ll take it as a joke.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She wasn’t fooling anyone. The hostility lingered in her eyes even as she forced a brittle laugh. The room was quiet for a few seconds, only the faint hum of the air conditioning filling the space.
Then Rowan’s voice cut through, smooth and absolute. “Enough. Darla, leave us.” He ordered and we both turned our heads to him.
She froze, her expression flickering between humiliation and disbelief.
