Arlen's POV
After the blonde ran like her ass was on fire, I was left in the same room as my mate.
“Jealousy is a good look on you,” he smirked, making me roll my eyes.
Was I jealous? Perhaps, but I would rather take my eyes out than admit that.
“Please, and I know she didn’t do anything,” I said. “I confronted her because I hate people who lie looking at me straight in the eye.”
Varian’s smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You… you knew she was lying?”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Of course I did. I’m not an i***t, Varian. If you two had actually done anything, I would’ve felt the cheating pains. And trust me, I’d know.”
He winced, his expression softening with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I mean, I shouldn’t be joking about you
