Marcus’s playful expression faltered as he locked eyes with Zev’s steely gaze. There was an unmistakable warning in Zev’s tone, and for a second, Marcus looked as though he was considering backing off.
But Marcus straightened, masking his discomfort with a forced grin. “We were just talking, Zev. Didn’t realize I needed your permission for that.”
Thalia, sensing the tension, glanced between the two, feeling her own irritation rise. She didn’t appreciate the possessive undertones from either of them, and it made her want to escape this corner of the hallway even more.
Zev’s expression didn’t shift. “Talking?” he repeated, his voice even colder. “It looked more like flirting.”
Marcus scoffed, crossing his arms and taking a step closer to Zev. “And what if it was? Since when do you care w
