“No, I’m not avoiding anyone, princess,” Ethan replied, though his eyes refused to meet hers. Rose, however, caught the flicker of hesitation in his stormy gray gaze.
“Yeah?” she narrowed her eyes, frustration sharpening her tone. “Then why aren’t you looking at me?” she challenged.
Finally, his gaze lifted to hers, and Rose’s breath hitched under the weight of it. Goddess, one look from him was enough to leave her breathless—even though his face stayed unreadable and his eyes cold.
“I was watching the trainees, for goddess’ sake, princess,” he said, his deep, masculine voice edged with annoyance. “Now, if you’re done with your childish accusations, may I take my leave, Your Highness?” The taunt in his tone was deliberate, meant to send her sulking away.
But instead, Rose only pouted.
