I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes, quickly masked. He nodded to his guards, dismissing them with a silent gesture, then led me a short distance away, ensuring our conversation remained private.
"What are you up to? What are you trying to do?" I demanded, my voice barely contained.
"Don't you dare flirt and play with Eva!"
"Are you jealous?" he mocked, a low, taunting chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"You…" I stammered, momentarily speechless, scrambling for a response that would adequately convey my indignation.
"Look, Mr. Knight, I am not jealous. Why would I even be jealous? I just don't want my friend to get hurt. She's way too naive for your dirty games."
I could have sworn I heard a faint, almost inaudible whisper from him, something that sounded like, "I know."
"You don't
