They continued to bicker. Half an hour passed with the two of them fighting back and forth, the french doors leading to the rooftop opened and Giovanni appeared. He looked at Dimitri and then at Ava, his eyes unwavering as though he half expected them to be together.
Which was odd. Because why the hell would he even expect them to be together?
“I need you downstairs, Ava,” he just said after a moment’s silence and walked towards her.
He offered his hand to her and she looked at it reluctantly. Her eyes landed on Dimitri and to her surprise, he was also looking at her, a sliver of an emotion swimming in his dark orbs. It was as though he was trying to tell her something; something he can’t let Giovanni hear.
“Are my parents looking for me?” Ava asked once neither of them talked for an
