WILLOW
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Aiden cuts his eyes to mine. I giggle. I have to cover my lips with my fingers to hide the sight of soup trickling down my mouth. “For f**k’s sake, Thompson, you’ve got two seconds to come clean, else I’m taking your dinner away from you.”
We’re having dinner in the grand hall. We’re seated at the same table as the Spencers but our seats are at the end of the table, far away from Grace and her husband.
Theo and Tessa are seated across from us. They both look like a pair of grumpy mutts. Not that I care.
“Sorry,” I shut my eyes, fighting the urge to hold back my laughter. “I’m sorry Aiden. I just found it very funny how you acted around Rowan. Seriously though, why are you so threatened by him?”
“Who said I’m threatened?” He scoffs,
