“Miss Bentley,” he whispered my name like an invocation.
I gave him a warm smile, one that does not reach my ears but enough to warm the snow under his boot. He did not reciprocate that smile. Instead, he studied me with a pair of flabbergasted eyes as if he’d seen a floating headless ghost before him. “Yes, Mr. Esborne?”
Elliot immediately stood up and pointed a finger at me. Rude, yes. But he looks cute considering his youthful features. I’ll just dismiss it as a younger sibling's tantrums.
“Get her out of here!” He was now looking at Zarion, face blushing with raw anger. “Get her out of my place!”
My amusement vanished in a heartbeat. “What—why? I don’t understand, Mr. Elliot—”
Zarion rested his hands on his shoulder, trying to fill him with a calmness that I don’t even know if he
