Elena’s pov
The air in the room crackled with unspoken tension. Oliver’s jaw was tight, his eyes burning with a possessiveness that bordered on anger. It felt… irrational. My heart was still a little frantic from the fleeting moment I had with Lucas. What did that mean?
A low growl brought me back to reality.
"Oliver, seriously?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "We were just talking. I needed to be alone and I happened to see Lucas there too and we ended up talking. I guess both of us needed privacy."
"Privacy?" he repeated, the word laced with disbelief. "So, you couldn't have found privacy anywhere else in this massive castle? It just had to be the two of you, alone, surrounded by flowers?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. He's my friend, Oliver. And your best frien
