I flicked my gaze between Millie and Colton. "Word travels fast, I see," I muttered.
Millie ignored my remark. "I swear to the Goddess, I will never forgive you if you let Cyrilla slip away," she threatened, her finger stabbing the air in my direction while her other hand remained firmly on her hip.
Sometimes, this woman truly terrifies me.
Colton stepped forward, placing a hand on Millie’s shoulder as if to keep her from lunging at me. "Well, I can’t say I’d blame her if she chose the vampire prince," he said. "At least he recognizes her potential."
That hit a nerve.
"Enough!" I snapped, slamming my fist on the desk. "Will you two shut up for a second?"
I leaned back in my chair, exhaling sharply. The room was heavy with tension as silence stretched between us. Finally, I muttered,
