••• Darien’s POV •••
I couldn’t help the soft laugh that slipped from my mouth. Seeing Raiden’s smirk, I knew he was also thinking about the same thing. In his words, it would most probably be something like: Isabella 1 - Adrien 0.
Maybe he had forgotten he had also been beaten by Isabella when she slapped him. I shook my head at the thought.
Adrien, being the cool one out of the three of us, changed his position, fingers still laced together, but now he placed his elbows on the desk, his lips covered by his hands, and he narrowed his eyes.
I stiffened. I could see Raiden stiffening as well. I didn’t know what Adrien wanted to say, but this was Adrien’s way to intimidate someone. It must not be something good.
And then… I felt it. Raiden as well. We jumped simultaneously. Me to Adrien
