"Stop looking at me like that!" I snapped, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as we stepped out of the airport into the humid Hawaiian air.
Sabastine didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The look on his face—the sheer disgust lingering in his sharp features—was enough to make me want to fling myself into the ocean and let the waves carry me to a new life.
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "I apologized already!"
He let out the longest, most dramatic sigh, tilting his head back like he was asking the heavens why he had been cursed with my existence. "An apology doesn’t erase the trauma, Isabella."
I scowled. "It was one fart!"
"One?” He let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his dark hair. “You weaponized your digestive system at 30,000 feet. You assassinated t
