Arianna’s POV
“Mr. McLeod,” Charles Jacques greeted, his smile never faltering, though his eyes were sharp with amusement.
Killain gave him a small, glacial nod.
My eyes widened in shock. “You know him?”
“A bit,” Charles admitted easily. “I’ve done business with the McLeods in the past.”
“Correction,” My employer cut in, his voice low grate. “You did business with Damian.”
Charles smirked, completely unfazed. “Sorry about that.”
Killian’s jaw flexed, a small, violent movement. “We’re leaving.” He said directly to me, the command in his tone made me bristle.
“Excuse me?” Charles scoffed, stepping slightly closer. “You can't just pull her out like that.”
I looked at him, giving him a small nod to assure him that all was fine.
“He is my boss, so yes, I came on business with him.”
