~Chapter 22~
Arina's POV:
i walked over to the beverage stand, and was handed a glass of apple cider by the waiter behind the table.
"you will never be satisfied by him, you know."
i turned around and there stood the weasel, Zeke.
"well, for your information, i am always satisfied by Donivan, just being with him satisfies me." i explained.
"have you two," he cleared his throat,
"you know, consummated your marriage yet?" he asked with an evil reflection in his eyes.
"that is none of your concern." i explained while passing him.
he grabbed my wrist,
"i never said it was. it's just...a pin of curiosity."
"well," i lifting my wrist from his grasp,
"your curiosity is inappropriate."
his eyes changed, as if i transformed from an extreme interest of his, to prey about to be pounc
