Caden
The dining table at the Frost Mansion was anything but peaceful. It felt like a battlefield, though none of them seemed to know it but me. I sat rigid in my seat, willing myself to focus on the breakfast before me, but it was impossible to ignore her.
Damn those eyes, Lila.
She waltzed into the dining room looking like a vision meant to torment me. Her dress, a deep green that hugged her in all the right places, was a masterpiece. The soft fabric teasing glimpses of her delicate curves without giving too much away. It was maddening, really. She was maddening.
I forced my attention to the food on my plate, though my grip on the fork tightened. The clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation around the table blurred into the background as my senses zeroed in on her.
