Elaria
“What surprise?” I asked, stunned, my brows arching.
Alaric’s smile curved lazily. “Would it still be a surprise if I told you what it was?”
I narrowed my eyes, trying to read the mischief dancing in his expression. “Hm, you do have a point,” I murmured, though suspicion still sat heavy on my tongue.
I tried to slide my hand from his grip beneath the table, but instead of letting go, his fingers tightened around mine. Firm. Possessive. Unyielding.
He turned his head to Amara, voice silk-smooth. “How is your. . . fiancé? James, is it?”
I felt the flicker of heat behind his words, the purposeful reminder of someone Amara had once flaunted like a prize.
Amara rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh. “We broke up.”
My heart did a tiny, traitorous leap. It danced before I could stop
